[Verse 1]
I just took another flight overseas, I've gone clear
Now I'm top tier
The steak is wagyu, my watch rare
Ain't you seeing what I'm doing, I can never feel these roads
I'm just treating them to life, only way I heal the bros
You can't chat to me
Doing real different shit actually
Like seeing Norris win second place at Silverstone
Ugg slip comfortable when I zoom off
She said "I can see the stars", I didn't take the roof off
Then took her to the Rosewood just to cool off
Only black man in my neighbourhood like The Boondocks
Fuck the bеnch, I don't never wanna see them old days
I put housеs on my watches, still I'm coming so late
Need another box, mine filled up with Rosés
She tried to sell me paradise, that's a cold play
Bro there ain't no animosity, just keep from round me
In the DBX tearing up the roads in Saudi
(Shout me)
You ain't seeing me, I've been a rebel
(Rowdy)
Hash smoke got me seeing nuttin
(Cloudy)
Everybody wanna ask for suttin
Lowe me
If you're talking 'bout breaking butter
Most my bros got 'em some Ms and I can say that
We ain't calculating the bill bro, I just pay that
Soon land
Aitch'll be pulling up in the Maybach
State facts
I'm monumental, I had to state that
'Cause little did I ever thought
I would ever get the horse
'Rari the sport
Now I need to hit the Forbes
Now I need to flip the score
And now I need to kick them doors down
Let the brodies walk in
I'm tryna have us all rich
I said little did I ever thought
I would ever get the horse
'Rari the sport
Now I need to hit the Forbes
Now I need to flip the score
And now I need to kick them doors down
Let the brodies walk in
I'm tryna have us all rich
Uh
[Verse 2]
See they know me as Filly
So this weight on my chest is feeling heavier
Talking to you as a regular
Felipe Valencia
An immigrant from Colombia
Now I'm picking colours for the Aston truck
I'm talking as the real me
Spilling out my pain, you've gotta feel me
Same time I don't give a fuck if you feel this
The real me got me looking in the mirror, am I still me?
Got me looking for my heart like 'Is it still there?'
Uh, do I still care?
Uh, see I got it from the arm like a wheelchair
Meaning that I got it from the muscle
Real spit darg, it was a struggle
Let me tell you how it started
Growing up poor was the hardest
All around domestics and hardships
Mumzy got tested the hardest
Promised her the world so I can't slip
Some pops, he was dishing out the yola
To heat up the crib when it was colder
Guess I'm like a trap baby but I never carry that persona
Tough love, fuck that, I clocked it weren't that when I was older
I know he pictured me in Barcelona
Playing ball with the big players, big payments, big status
Sad to say that the dream's over
Now I'm just a boy on a bench and
Mumzy's still struggling for rent and
Pops is out the picture
Sister's running wild cah there's no father figure in the den
Said there's no father figure in the den
So I had to be the man and
It was so hard to not trap
Faith's in god so there had to be a plan
Then you know my shit jump from the Snap, they were loving man
Feeling like I got the upper hand but on the other hand
I was getting bait with no pay
And I couldn't just tip toe away, was doing vids for like 60 a day
While the shit was doing millions
Like how am I so big and still living like civilians
Uh, give a fuck about opinions
Cah now when I conversate dargy, it ain't nuttin less than millions
I ain't bragging, it's the raw me
Don't ignore me
Check the tape if you wanna know the rest of my story
The rest of my story
