I didn't spend no extra money on my dad's casket Just that shitty piece of wood I saw the back cracking I brought a girl to his funeral Dress was tightly fit Ass poking out of the back Distracting my uncles and shit But knowing my dad I really didn't mind it I wanted to fuck her inside the bathroom But my mom was by it She expensive but she fuck me for the free pops So tonight we both lying inside of cheap box Tree tops sit below my shaded window 'Cause of my amazing lingo Bitch this house so big It's probably getting fat-shamed by the neighbors cribbo Just the same as Lizzo Dawg it's plain and simple They used to ride around with seniority Like state officials Now they're bending over backwards for me It's like some game of limbo I get so many bottles for free I gotta invite entire gang to drink those Even my two lawyers, Jake and Mitchell That's three Jews walk into a bar Sound like a racist riddle No matter how wild they get You can still train a pitbull But you're in a Civic with the window cracked There ain't no way to flip that She wanna take the kid back She hit the gym harder than me She got a crazy six pack But would risk it all to put a baby in that I don't want no kid But I know being my BMW Like that same company that painted my whip black The biggest gift my father gave me Didn't come in no crazy gift wrap But the fact that more often than not He canceled on our plans The gift he gave me was the lesson to never rely on another man That's right My life ain't too wild but it's nothing bland You're not liable to understand If you never been wired 100 grand She toxic and violent With fucked up plans But I like her enough to dance I just gotta accept attacks She remind me of Uncle Sam Speaking of tax, 300 flat When I was 19 and a half Still finishing class Every bathroom stall in school We put token stickers in that They used to scratch 'em off like lottery tickets Turns out I'm the one who's lottery hitting My dollars keep trickling My problems keep mimicking it So my bottles be finished Liquor stores at every corner of my brain Like a neighborhood that's poverty stricken 'Cause my life is stressful But I'm blessed so it's not to be switched with Gotta be different She is my muse I'm the musician Big attitudes like Jersey shore But they're Hollywood women I never wifed a bitch like Ron I just rendezvous with 'em Got a new system I find my type and I just stick with that That's why I keep the same hoodie It just keep me relaxed 14 hundred for this one And I got 4 of 'em Girls keep finding each other's hairs on them So I need more of 'em I went to middle school in a rich town So I was poor to 'em Wasn't even poor but finding who's the poorest was important to 'em Pouring a cup of vodka out my momma's bottle Then I filled it with water That was me at age 11 Just imagine what I evolved to I was a YouTube kid during the SoundCloud era Most my peers used visuals to make their style sound better I was in the same boat The difference is my music mattered I never dissed a new-school rapper I never thought 'bout who rap faster I just let the narrative be whatever the narrative is I can't control it Like I couldn't control my parents and shit And while I wish they needed less medication and more love It is what it is And we fortunate as fuck Goldy Never too different