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(Wheezy outta here) To riches from rags I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop High out of my mind I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got I'm getting bags And right in the middle of quarantine made 10 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 Shout out GBS 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 my cars push to start I had no hope I was just broke as a joke I go shopping and I fill my cart You wouldn't believe me I just been taking it easy Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy Made me feel guilty For all this shit I'm receiving, your actions looking deceiving Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is Told her the entry is keyless I'm getting paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mike 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' hope out the van and take you for whatever you got My bitch is tan I'm on a yatch out in Cabo, I got villas that take up the block When I get geeked Fuck 'round, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex Let her be free, I ain't bout catching no feelings, I'm catching a flight on a jet She tryna leave me, no, I'm not taking it easy Fuck on her friends, she upset Knew I was smart My teachers ain't think I'd achieve Give a fuck about passing a test They wanna be me Million in diamonds, believe me Got rings I could buy a patek Opps looking dusty I got some demons, so trust me, keeping my foot on they neck Where do I start All of my albums on charts All my cars push to start I had no hope I was just broke as a joke I go shopping and I fill my cart You wouldn't believe me I just been taking it easy Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy Made me feel guilty For all this shit I'm receiving, your actions looking deceiving Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is Told her the entry is keyless I'm getting paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mike 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)