​put my mom in gucci

(Rothstein)
Here's my trophy for showing up
Look at me growing up
Thought that I would make it here but I wasn't hoe enough
You still looked like Catherine Zeta-Jones when I sobered up
And I still want my flowers, for the both of us

I wanna live in a Rent-A-Center that takes my card
I fall in love with anything that breaks my heart, and there's a trick to it
Woke up in a cloud of smoke
It's been a confounding road

Filling out my Mad-Libs, city doing ad-libs
I got me some major label looks that didn't pay me out like Rad did
Even on my worst of days you look at me like Brad Pitt
Promise you that I won't fuck this up the way my dad did

I just put my mom in Gucci, it's thе first of the month
You smell the sеven thousand dollars worth of "merch" in the glove
You know we feel it so acutely it's a curse from above
It was aimless, it was cruel, it was worth it for love

Bright light at the end of the tunnel
One set of prints in the rubble
White light at the end of the tunnel
That's where you carried me

(Radamiz)
I just put my mom in Gucci that's the first time in life
When Adidas out of stock but you can't get real stripes
You need the props and propaganda I just need one mic
Twenty dollar tap-to-pay I had to use three swipes
Now I'm mentally Bill Gates, mentally Russell
You busy praying to pills, wait, I just meant to disrupt you
Bank account at Equinox, flexing every muscle
Thousands like a muzzle you won't hear or see me bubble
Ain't been thirsty for fame but you can pour my drink
I got a girl on Wilhelmina tryna roll my tree
Got fans that like Travis Scott and even Kool Moe Dee
I never let a hater fee-fi-fo my dream
Yeah it's ran in my DNA
Getting paid incorporated ETA every day
That's for my parents' sake
Ignore the hate ignore the fake I been a databank
Two chains on me Rolls Royce the door is that a way

(Rothstein)
Bright light at the end of the tunnel
One set of prints in the rubble
White light at the end of the tunnel
That's where you carried me