Blue jeans, Air 1s, and a white tee 06, hangin' out the window like Ye, Hy-Vee On one, off a bottle, might be my tree Smokin' Agent Orange, Hy-C, back when me and Marty was recordin' at my mom's Most of y'all were chasin' round bobs I was in the lab, only hopin' at my job Never would be based around mobs, now I'm on, yeah She know, love me cause my ego Girls in the drug, always follow us where we go Ayy, where the bae at? Shouts out to Jay Ant Lookin' for the party girls, let me know where they at Skinny, rich girls, always askin' where they at Throw a house party like, cool, where you stay at? Turn upside down, let her twerk on the wall Took her to the bathroom and did work in the stall, yeah They used to tell me, I couldn't go to Harlem Oh, Harlem They used to always say, I couldn't go to Harlem Oh, Harlem But now I'm here, bitch But now I'm here, bitch G-Eazy, Letty, Feezy tell his story But now I'm here, bitch It ain't funny what I been through Your enemy can be some kin to you I started off hella broke Hung around people that's older than me, took notes Momma worked three jobs on the weekends Used to help her wash the walls at Mirror Island Ever lay on naval houses Havin' the roof over my head was my allowance The oldest of four, young adult Surrounded by creeps, big dreams and hope They hate it and they doubt How did you take it? Took it with a grain of salt I wanted it badly, they couldn't stop me, indeed Their label wanna decide Who you grew up on? Grew up on Short and Freddie B Who else? Magic Mike and Calvin T They used to tell me, I couldn't go to Harlem Oh, Harlem They used to always say, I couldn't go to Harlem Oh, Harlem But now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch But now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Yeah But now I'm here, bitch From the BART train to a tour bus Still the same game except I'm pullin' more More butts, more bucks, never giving more Did it my way, I'm never takin' shortcuts Raised in a town like fool Who put you up on, huh? E-40, MAC Dreadz, who I grew up on I've been selling game, got you if you need a cue up on You can check my resume, see every beat I throw up on Smokin' on grapes, rollin' up swishers, no papes Back of the Ghost, clothes drapes, I'm a boss tycoon Girls in the crowd all swoon Super high, I'm off to the moon And I vanish with your girl, then I take her to my room She wants me to slay, okay, that means doom, boom And it's to be expected Knew this would happen as soon as she texted They used to tell me I couldn't go to BART alone BART alone BART alone They used to always say I couldn't go to BART alone BART alone But now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch Now I'm here, bitch No, you're never gonna make it this far No, you're never gonna make it this far