Friends & Family
 作词 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN
 作曲 : Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/AMIR ESMAILIAN
Wheezy outta here
To riches from rags
I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block
Woah
I hit the road I spend a twenty clip minimum every time
I wanna shop
High out my mind I might just go buy another pair of some shit
I already got
I'm gettin' bags
I'm right in the middle of quarantine made ten million on the dot
Rick Owen pants my right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan I told 'em "Just follow my lead"
And I took my whole team to the top
Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt if I see it
I want it I cop
Shoutout GB's I got some connections in Queens
I get my J's before they drop
Where do I start
All of my albums on charts all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope I was just broke as a joke
I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me I just been takin' it easy
Pockets they sloppy they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your ex was lookin' deceivin'
Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic' Jackson
When she let me beat it
Feel like a champ I got them Louis V pants
And they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet I got on them Travis Scott dunks
I got friends and them family pieces
I make the plan then they gon' hop out the van and take you for whatever you got
My b***h is tanned I'm on a yacht out in Cabo got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked **** around tell her I love her
But I really use her for sex
Let her be free I ain't 'bout catchin' no feelings
I'm catchin' a flight on a jet
She try to leave me no I'm not takin' it easy **** on her friend she upset
Knew I was smart my teachers ain't think
I'd achieve gave a **** about passin' a test
They wanna be me million in diamonds believe me got rings
I could buy a Patek
Opps lookin' dusty I got some demons so trust me keepin' my foot on they neck
Where do I start All of my albums on charts all of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope I was just broke as a joke I go shoppin' and I fill my cart
You wouldn't believe me I just been takin' it easy
Pockets they sloppy they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all the shit I'm receivin'
Your ex was lookin' deceivin'
Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic' Jackson when she let me beat it
Feel like a champ I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet I got on them Travis Scott dunks I got friends and them family pieces
Wheezy outta here