INTRO

[Verse 1]
When I left the crib
I left my moms a note that had my key up in it (mm)
I hit the road and hoped that once she couldn't see me, she would see me different (mm)
Spent too much time tryna prove what y'all already know
Ain't need a stamp of approval, I was already dope
I hear em' laughing, keke'n but I got better jokes
Ain't have to say we into it, it was already smoke (aye)
Where I'm from its trial and error
Biggies in the winter weather
Leather Pelle's, beef and broccolis
Tuck a tech in Nike sweaters
In them buildings with them killers
In bodegas with them sellers
To the deez and to the boys, Im Hellen Keller (aye)

[Chorus]
I ain't put my head under no water, but been dying to come up
Mr. Softee how I hustle, I been grinding all summer
Mix the vintage with new season cause' I buy what I wanna
This young'n thuggin'
If I said that I'm gon' get it, I'm gonna (aye)

[Verse 2]
Say pop the top, want em' to see what its giving
Ventilators in the spot so they can see how I'm living
Catch me steppin' on some shit I use to trip on
I ain't turning faucets when I say I put that drip on
Anything I put on they be like, "She put that shit on"
New Chanel excites me, bae come help untie this ribbon
Treat me like a wifey but won't ever put that ring on
Only on them pinky fingers just to match the time my wrist on (aye)
Big ol' couch inside my crib I barely sit on (aye)
I'm in the spot, not shaking ass, I get my jig on (aye)
Said wipe me down, that's word to Boosie bitch I been on (aye)
The money there than shit that's probably where I been day

[Verse 3]
I ain't talking bout sweatshops
But who you know working as hard as the kid be
I'm at work like a desktop
One who made all this chicken with none but a chickpea
No, I ain't tweeting or subbing her
I go for the jugular right where the bibs be
Then the next one go right where the jibs be
Then my brothers go right where the kids sleep
Don't tell em you proud of me
Tell em you shitted on me and you doubted me
Tell em how you planted that seed of doubt in me
One door closes, I open a window
They close all the windows, I get on the balcony
I am the living and breathing example of diligence, discipline planning
And waiting and failing and prepping and setting up boundaries
Out is where you shouldn't count me (uh)
Mean as I wanna be with these niggas
I seen a hundred G's and see bigger
I'm where I wanna be with these figures
Wanna be's wanna be where I'm sitting
My peers see the fruits of my labor and love it
The hate is bananas, wanna see me plummet
They blue in the face, but so are the hundreds
Don't see them at the top but I see them from it (uh)

[Chorus]
Dying to come up
Mr. Softee how I hustle, I been grinding all summer
Mix the vintage with new season cause' I buy what I wanna
This young'n thuggin'
If I said that I'm gon' get it, I'm gonna (aye)
Say pop the top, want em' to see what its giving
Ventilators in the spot so they can see how I'm living (uh)
I pop a knot and let em see how I spend it
Cop a spot knowing I'll never be in it
It's just the beginning
It's Bands nigga