If you ask, then you shall receive If you insist, then holla blanche They know my history, so they bring up the past When I step inside a booth, they expect me to spaz I just hop inside a Rory, I'm drivin' it fast I love to roll up some gelato and listen to jazz Tell me who is if I'm not Dakota's I'm steppin' on their necks in my Prada loafers To dominate the game, bro, you gotta focus I'm outta Dubai on Versace sofas Emirates out to Paris, put in workin' YSL corporate at my show, * a Birkin Steelhouse pourin' heavy, sippin' my own bourbon G-Eazy, Gerald, Fight Club, Tyler Durden, yeah I'm always playin' both sides Model money, rap money, bags double size, yeah Recognize, yes, all mine Believe I'm a profit off this jawline Buyin' jewelry, it's gettin' old My jeweler said 80K, it's gettin' sold Them diamonds hidden, boy, you gettin' bold Ten shots to the necklace, we gettin' throwed Every album, automatic platinum How many rappers doin' that, I'm actually askin' These things happen when it's dark, how beautiful is platinum Three in a row, I'm really out here back to back to backin' Mixin' Prada with Balenciaga Remember when I didn't have a dollar to my name Now these girls chasin', clout will swallow for the fame And now my bank balance and my followers the same M's, kept my circle tight, I'm with the same friends Zero to 63 seconds, not the same Benz I live different, my whip different, my chick different Only poppin' up with goddesses, I date tens, yeah I step on stage and the stars burn Ten years ago, nobody knew that I'd be far gone Atlanta drippin', head to toe and come to Garcon Garage just runnin' out of space to put these cars on Silk Chanel scarf on Play me a beat, I feel I need somethin' to barf on Champion mentality like Steph Curry I'ma sip and I'ma smoke till this cigar's gone I got a lot on my platter, this * so scattered Bitches gettin' *, black lives matter * the chit-chat, I put my dick behind what I say Every check I get, it's a real nigga holiday Politically incorrect, why? Cause I always put it on blood, just tryna represent I'm feelin' the same way Pop felt before he left You ain't got the cash, nigga, pay me in respect I don't get my credit, I don't get recognition If you ain't from the other side of Pico, I keep my distance They always bitchin', my homies always trippin' Promoters don't wanna book me, takin' away from my daughter's riches Ayy, but harmony ain't gon' lay there Ayy, life's a fight, live right, yeah, fight back But wait, my hands up, don't shoot Moment of silence for this racist * we goin' through Yeah, goin' through, goin' through Cap took a knee to act like he let his gun shoot Yeah, why she speak the truth when he be fuckin' up his cash? You niggas sound like house niggas, I'm in the field, green grass The white boys say my flow red Just tryna get it like I never had I'm just tryna * a bitch's bag And have the homies knock gold like Trinidad 400 poppin', 400 poppin' They gotta * with us, they ain't got a option If they don't * with us, they obstin' But she ain't got a Chanel bag, she ain't a option G-Eazy, you a real nigga From that Oaktown, boy, I know you feel niggas All these blackers gettin' killed, my nigga Please tell me how these white folks feel, my nigga Cops killin' black kids and get off scot-free What's the difference for what happen if a cop shot me? White privilege is real, black lives matter I hope the barbecues at Lake Merritt get blacker Town *, racial inequality, police brutality This * is all real, please pay attention to reality