June 1st

[Intro: Billie Essco]
Came so far, we done went so hard
Mitch, we’ve been looking for you
Came so far, we done went so hard, ay
That’s on my dawgs

[Verse 1: Billie Essco]
Look
The journey been long, but we done came out strong
I just came outside wearin’ all Lanvin
Just a page out my memoir, writin’ these stories
I’m the same n**** that wrote Avant Garde
Then my life got hard, then my art got better
Then my heart got colder, and so did the weather
So I flew to Los Angeles to test drive Carreras
We hit a glass ceilin’, now the roof is Panamera
Them nights at the [?] sleepin’ on the floor
Now it’s nights at the Four Season- week in Mexico
I was Thom Browne’d down, she had on Gucci on the boat
I was all up in my feelings, I got deep up in her throat
It was dinner at the beach, I ordered trout and vegetables
Now it’s champagne toasts to them things I can’t get back
The fall is less important than the get-back
And the proof is in the process, don’t miss that
I could gross 50 cash, off of 6 stacks
Last year, 6 stacks, I could barely risk that
I was up, fell down, had to get back on track
Weeze hit me in the mornin’, said we had to run a lap
Now I’m runnin’ in these Off-White’s Virgil sent me last
And we runnin’, ‘cause I had to do the dash for the cash
I wore all Wales Bonner while man was on his fast
Blew a Dutch at the Louis show, I did that for the Ave

[Verse 2: Jae Skeese]
It’s the class, n****
Thumbs and pinkies, 4’s up (4’s up)
Everything 4 Weeze, you know what I mean? (Everything, n****, haha)

Yo, yo
I keep these rappers feelin’ 50 different kind of ways (Uh huh)
On top of the food chain, they stuck in the lion/lyin’ phase (Stuck)
On beats, I’m pushin’ malice, I’m stuck in the grindin’ phase (Uh huh)
Stayed in my lane, now it’s my turn- I got the right of way (Oh)
And by the way, they couldn’t pull my card
I’m a king, like the highest spade
Linen 10s, yeah, they white and beige (Let’s get it)
I got bars like a tiger’s cage (Uh huh)
I write a page, that’s for the premium, homie
Yeah, that’s the highest wage (Talk that talk)
I douse the beat with the lighter fluid and light a flame, uh
I’m droppin’ jewels when I rhyme
Brightness- you might retain
And turn it into power like solar panels (What? What? What? What?)
I capture images with a wider frame
So when I download it inside my brain I’m seein’ more- that’s a wider range
See, you n***** braggin’ for the likes
I got a fright of fame (Why?)
‘Cause when that light is shined, n***** still go they hardest just to slide some shade
Just ‘cause n***** might recite your name
In congruence with rappers that they feel cause they felt the type of pain you describe when you scribe and that’s lame (That’s lame)
I’ve reached a level that they couldn’t quite obtain
I’m the diamond in the grave that could never find appraise (What?)
God’s timing’s always perfect, us as humans find a [?]
On the low, there ain’t a thing that we control
Just so you know, keep it goin’ (Keep it goin’)