Lyrics
I remember my first hustle, and my first gold grill
My first chopper, my first pager, my first didgi scaile
My first fans, my first haters, my first cliantell
My first case, my first lawyer, my first day in jail
I remember my first plate, like it was yesterday
Half an alnce, like it was at the top, although I was at the bottom, man
Get your bike, get your blades, goin through the city, I feel like Ronny White
White whip, white seats, white fendy for all my bitches
Hennisey for all my niggas, swisher sweets for backwards niggas
Old school paper, I’m a savage, in this polo, had to grab it
Got them shorts, expencive fassion
Two hands up for Don C, two hands up to Don C
Two thousand on gold teath
Cause it help with the flex, pop a Perkasit help with the sex
Pause, that was a flex
Marjella madnis, I’m fresh as a brick
YSL skin, I’m fresh as a bitch
Buyin designer, I’m feelin the best
Trip in this Lambo, and trip on the Benz
I feel amazin, I feel amazin
I ride what I want, drive what I want
I fly as high as I want, as high as I want
I feel amazin, I feel amazin
I do what I want, scrue who I want
I cook crack when I want, cook crack when I want
I feel amazin, I feel amazin