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[Verse 1]
I believe kids oughta stay kids as long as they can
Turn off the screen, go climb a tree, get dirt on their hands
I believe we gotta forgive and make amends
Cause nobody gets a second chance to make new old friends
I believe in working hard for what you’ve got
Even if it don’t add up to a hell of a lot

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Verse 2]
I believestreets of gold are worth the work
But I still wanna go even if they were paved in dirt
I believe that youth is spent well on the young
Cause wisdom in your teens would be a lot less fun
I believe if you just go by the nightly news
Your faith in all mankind would be the first thing you lose

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Bridge]
I believe that days go slow and years go fast
And every breath’s a gift, the first one to the last

[Chorus]
I believe most people are good
And most Mama’s oughta qualify for sainthood
I believe most Friday nights look better underneath neon stadium lights
I believe you love who you love
Ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of
I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks
I believe most people are good

[Outro]
I believe most people are good
I believe most people are good

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

[Verse 1]
Plug talk, I can put you on
Hundred bags of gas, get ’em gone
Made a couple digits off a phone
Diss me, I won’t put you in a song
All my youngins put in work
They gon’ put you on a shirt
The last nigga got murked
I prayed about it at church
All I think about is drinkin’ syrup
I been gettin’ faded, poppin’ percs
All my diamonds water, you can surf
Porsche 911, it’s a vert
Oh they doin’ that, I did it first
Fuck you give me ten for a verse
Nightmares, I’m gon’ be the worst
All my problems put ’em in a hearse
Fuck her good, buy that bitch a purse
Eat the pussy, blame it on the perc
Nigga you was rappin’, you a jerk
I was really trappin’, nigga servin’
Quarter million, put it in the air
Grover called me, told me that it’s there
Rich nigga rockin’ Moncler
Change of plans, I ain’t playin’ fair

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

[Verse 2]
Givenchy, Givenchy, Givenchy
I rock Givenchy, I do this shit for a living
The narcs in the hood, they been trippin’
All in my business, so all my rental cars tinted
Boy I ain’t been broke in a minute, I swear I been gettin’ it
Still sendin’ packs to the prison
Run the money all the way up, wonderful feeling
Bust down Rollies came from scratch
Catch a nigga slipping, do him bad
Take a nigga’s shit, won’t give it back
Half a bag, get a nigga whacked
Wreck the Masi, go and get a Jag
Hellcat goin’ real fast
Fuck 12, I ain’t goin’ back
Do it for the shit I never had
Niggas droppin’ songs ’cause they mad
They don’t wanna see me with a bag
A lot of times I just wanna spazz
But I fall back and just laugh
I won’t let you trick me out my spot
Niggas having pressure ’bout a thot
These bitches lovin’ the crew
We take ’em down by the two

[Chorus]
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
Look at my drip, my drip, my swag
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches
I came from rags to riches
I fuck the baddest bitches

[Hook]
Hey boy
What you gonna be when you grow up?
Hey boy
What you gonna be when you grow up?

[Verse 1]
Are you gonna wear the pants, be like Superman?
Gonna be a momma’s boy out in Zombieland
Gonna be a fast talker, making me your queen
Like a smooth operator and a love machine
Whats it gonna be? Come on
Just give it to me, making me intrigued (Go on)
Don’t give in for me
I wanna know who you are under the mask and the cape

[Hook]
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up?
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up?

[Verse 2]
So you’re gonna rule the sky, in your lego tower?
Gonna (uh) the world with your superpower
Come on and give me someting
Come on, yeah, yeah
Come on, it’s all or nothing
Come on, I’m not a player, not a tweaker, not a riches to rag
You could be holy like a preacher and be just as bad

[Hook]
[Hook]
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up? (hey)
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up?

[Bridge]
I see you, boy
I see you, boy
What you gonna do, boy?
I see you, boy
I see you, boy
What you gonna do, boy?
Hey, what you gonna be when you grow up?
Hey, what you gonna be when you grow up?
Oh!

[Hook]
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up? (oh yeah, uh)
Hey boy, what you gonna be when you grow up? (what’s it gonna be?)
Hey boy (what’s it gonna be?)
What you gonna be when you grow up?
Hey boy (what’s it gonna be, what’s it gonna be, what’s it gonna be?)
Hey boy (what’s it gonna be?)
What you gonna be when you grow up?

[Outro]
I see you, boy
I see you, boy
What you gonna do, boy?
I see you, boy
I see you, boy
What you gonna do, boy?
I see you, boy
I see you, boy
What you gonna do, boy?
I see you
Hey, boy
What you gonna be when you grow up?

[Intro]
Yo, what happened to this shit, ho?
Keep going, it sounded great!

Tell Fatima that my sneaker that I paid too much from Neiman’s…
Gotta… gotta flow, gotta flow
Gotta go, gotta go
And my only first time puttin’ these mothafuckas on
I only have eyes on my clothes
I love my clothes like I love my girl that I hold close at night
I got so many clothes in there it’ll make you lose your mind
I got suitcases and suitcases and shoelaces upon shoelaces
Two options, but I keep the ones in
Blue faces, blue faces, I got…
I got Fear of God, I got Prada
I got Gucci on, I got Balenciaga, but they did me wrong
I’m waitin’ for I can get my discount on
I’m waitin’, man, I’m addicted to these clothes, dawg
I’m addicted to wearin’ ’em at my shows, dawg
Wearin’ ’em out every time I step out, wearin’ it
All times of the day, I be in the house fresh like
Why the fuck is he doin’ that shit? You don’t know what happened next
Might be somethin’, ill happened
Grab out your phone and look at your fabrics
Them shits is good, your gold is glowin’, nigga, you got it
Them shits is good, your juice is glowin’, nigga, you got it
Dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh
Remember when I used to eat them made sandwiches
From my mama like it was lunch, made, lunch, made
I was at the shipyard [?]
I brush and roll, brush and roll
That brush and roll
12 dollars [?] 12 fucks, that’s right before the tax
You know that they ’bout to take 1/6th of that
Oh, Uncle Sam

I only have eyes for my clothes
I only have eyes for my fabrics
I only wear [?] clothes
Nigga you know I got it
I got the Fendi belt
I got the Gu… ooh, ooh
I got the Prada belt with the fur
I got the… yeah, yeah
I got that corduroy as well, yeah, yeah
With the little studs on the side
Studs in the front, what?
I got [?]
I got [?] in the front
I got new shit, got the Common Projects for the basic
I got rent on, I got all that shit, bitch I’m famous
I don’t know it though, I roll down the window like what’s up?
People come inside, they be lookin’ like, "what’s that, bruh?"

Yo, I had walked up in the…
Yeah the chicken spot up in the city
Jersey City spot is right outside New York City
Where they’re tryna get a little cheaper, but it’s gritty
I was with my lil’ bitty, with my lil’ bitty
I was tryna go out, tryna be my own
Sometimes I don’t wanna have these fuckin’ people out here
Thinkin’ that I’m just a superstar, so well known
That I don’t know how to walk like people walked back in the days
In their shell toes
[?] change your ways, nigga, hell no
Anyways, we walked up in the chicken joint
And that girl tapped her man like
"Bae, that’s the boy that did that song, that one song
That "I be on that fuck shit," they sing along
The one our kids like, the one that niggas fight up in the club
Because it gets hype
And nigga stepped up on your Nikes, they ones
Them ones you just got yesterday, them new Air Force Ones
Them Fresh Wipes, you know you can’t even get the scuff up off them
[?] fuck up off you
Sometimes that shit [?] problems"
I was just tryna make music to make the people do it
I seen somebody gettin’ moved to my fuckin’ music
Moved [?] pain involved
But I was like I seen the pain, but just stay at home
The next song is gon’ make you feel like a ray of sun
The next song is gon’ make you think about your one
Even if you’re still lookin’ for that very one
You gon’ have this to know that [?]

[Intro]
Yo, what happened to this shit, ho?
Keep going, it sounded great!

Tell Fatima that my sneaker that I paid too much from Neiman’s…
Gotta… gotta flow, gotta flow
Gotta go, gotta go
And my only first time puttin’ these mothafuckas on
I only have eyes on my clothes
I love my clothes like I love my girl that I hold close at night
I got so many clothes in there it’ll make you lose your mind
I got suitcases and suitcases and shoelaces upon shoelaces
Two options, but I keep the ones in
Blue faces, blue faces, I got…
I got Fear of God, I got Prada
I got Gucci on, I got Balenciaga, but they did me wrong
I’m waitin’ for I can get my discount on
I’m waitin’, man, I’m addicted to these clothes, dawg
I’m addicted to wearin’ ’em at my shows, dawg
Wearin’ ’em out every time I step out, wearin’ it
All times of the day, I be in the house fresh like
Why the fuck is he doin’ that shit? You don’t know what happened next
Might be somethin’, ill happened
Grab out your phone and look at your fabrics
Them shits is good, your gold is glowin’, nigga, you got it
Them shits is good, your juice is glowin’, nigga, you got it
Dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh, dammit, bruh
Remember when I used to eat them made sandwiches
From my mama like it was lunch, made, lunch, made
I was at the shipyard [?]
I brush and roll, brush and roll
That brush and roll
12 dollars [?] 12 fucks, that’s right before the tax
You know that they ’bout to take 1/6th of that
Oh, Uncle Sam

I only have eyes for my clothes
I only have eyes for my fabrics
I only wear [?] clothes
Nigga you know I got it
I got the Fendi belt
I got the Gu… ooh, ooh
I got the Prada belt with the fur
I got the… yeah, yeah
I got that corduroy as well, yeah, yeah
With the little studs on the side
Studs in the front, what?
I got [?]
I got [?] in the front
I got new shit, got the Common Projects for the basic
I got rent on, I got all that shit, bitch I’m famous
I don’t know it though, I roll down the window like what’s up?
People come inside, they be lookin’ like, "what’s that, bruh?"

Yo, I had walked up in the…
Yeah the chicken spot up in the city
Jersey City spot is right outside New York City
Where they’re tryna get a little cheaper, but it’s gritty
I was with my lil’ bitty, with my lil’ bitty
I was tryna go out, tryna be my own
Sometimes I don’t wanna have these fuckin’ people out here
Thinkin’ that I’m just a superstar, so well known
That I don’t know how to walk like people walked back in the days
In their shell toes
[?] change your ways, nigga, hell no
Anyways, we walked up in the chicken joint
And that girl tapped her man like
"Bae, that’s the boy that did that song, that one song
That "I be on that fuck shit," they sing along
The one our kids like, the one that niggas fight up in the club
Because it gets hype
And nigga stepped up on your Nikes, they ones
Them ones you just got yesterday, them new Air Force Ones
Them Fresh Wipes, you know you can’t even get the scuff up off them
[?] fuck up off you
Sometimes that shit [?] problems"
I was just tryna make music to make the people do it
I seen somebody gettin’ moved to my fuckin’ music
Moved [?] pain involved
But I was like I seen the pain, but just stay at home
The next song is gon’ make you feel like a ray of sun
The next song is gon’ make you think about your one
Even if you’re still lookin’ for that very one
You gon’ have this to know that [?]