Yeah, yeah
Still in the basement
Just the basement’s a little bit bigger now, huh
It’s crazy
Yeah, let me talk to you
Yeah

I used to catch trains (Yeah), now it’s planes flyin’
Now I’m really stayin’, now I’m in chain diamond
I used to count changes, now it’s eight-figure deals
And I spent about a million on the wheels (Yeah)
I can’t believe what I’ve achieved
I can’t be damned, I need a minute
It’s hittin’ me way differently
This is a dream, I need a minute

Yeah
I’m havin’ outer body moments in the town that got me
Heaven now, my house is godly
When they see me out, they stop me
Neighbors turn to paparazzi
Off the music pop-pop taught me
Pop-up tops they cop up probably
This is what hip hop just brought me
I’m thankful, I’m grateful, I’m countin’ my blessings
I rebuke you, bitch, I’m pure
I’m changin’ all of my sessions
This is copyright protection, this is ownership expression
This is roll a quarter-pound and play a beat and write a message

Yeah, in my Morrocan room
Fuckin’ a Morrocan who probably wouldn’t fuck if I was stuck still stockin’ shoes
Or what the life after show, arena, meet-ups
Overseas, Germany, rappers gettin’ beat up
Flyin’ to the next, on the jet, got my feet up
If you had a check, you would flex, you would be Russ
Rap game Jesus, stamped up, Visas
My house is a club, called «Liquor & Latinas»

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