Intro

[Verse]

Yeah
I hope y'all remember me
When all its over
Cook county Dupage
I'd crossover
It seems like everyone then crossover
I wasn't taking pictures, i actually drive
That range rover
With the party crew and they never sober
When I'm done having fun then this shit will be over
You don't understand man
I'm not chasing my dreams
I'm following my plan
In god hands
I hope you understand
I'm fly as fuck
That's peter pan
In my love with my hustle
Its a true a romance
Can i have this last dance
When I'm on the beat
Hate in the air
It smells so sweet
If they bringing the beef
I'm eating it up
Bon-appetite
Give a fuck bout your opinion
Cause i saw my future and
The money bags is seeing the millions
Golden kids is in the building