[verso 1: ameer vann]
I used to work for people
I made a couple hundred dollars
Wasn't worth it even
I'm worth a hundred thousand
Not dollars but diamonds
I am mud out the bayou
Rip a page out the bible
Come and crucify me
I'm a long way from home
And this ain't yellowstone
I trade a white bitch
For catfish and yellow bones
This from the catacombs
This for the broken homes
From the south side of cities
Where my granny home
I moved to california, I bring a grammy home
I call up bill collectors
"leave my fuckin' family 'lone"
We left the corner store on the way to caviar
The coupe is mustard colored
What the fuck is grey poupon?

[verso 2: kevin abstract]
Young k. a. , never quit your day job, uh
I bring the love to work
I need the day off, uh
I need the [censored]
This hard work should pay off, uh
The lights stay off
Until my mind is made up, uh
A young zuckerberg
I wake up and make stuff, uh
These niggas copy us
They really need to pay us, uh
I'm from the city
Where your neighbors fight back
You talkin' shit
We bring that work right to your lap
I love my niggas like white people love rap
We make this shit
You'll probably never say I'm trap again

[quebra: joba]
Walked through doors all my life
(just to close them)
Tore down walls all my life
(is to the other side)
A whole new life
(feeling the brand new feeling
Feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life
(feeling the brand new feeling
Feeling the brand new feeling)
A whole new life
(new feeling, brand new feeling
Brand new feeling)
A whole new life
(new feeling, brand new feeling
Brand new, brand new, brand new)

[verso 3: kevin abstract & joba]
(a whole new life)
Back then when I was hustling
Ain't get no love from them (uh)
(a whole new life)
I paid my own bills
And came up with the illest shit (uh)
(a whole new life)
I was tryna find a way to get my family
Out of it (uh)
(a whole new life)
Spent my days in basements
Tryna write a motherfuckin' hit
Nowadays he's stumbling
They show such love to him
I shut it down to every show
We set the precedent
I'm just tryna show these niggas
Life is on some other shit
Keep your head high
Smile when the trouble rumblin'

[verso 4: matt champion]
I don't do what they say, it's unorthodox
Like bears sharing porridge
Just out with goldilocks
Like ozzy with no sharon
He'd just call his parents
So fuck what I'm doing
And fuck these damn critics
You should think for yourself
That shit is cancerous
Get my head rubbed
By fingers of fuckin' hair models
Middle finger, fuck the hair up
At all our concerts
Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net
But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five
Dropped out of lone star
Booked flight from lone star
Was working a couple jobs and quit
Became a star, uh

Composição: Ameer Vann, Matt Champion, Joba e Kevin Abstract

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