I’ve been counting up the racks
I’ve been getting to the stacks
I know I got n#gg#s really mad
‘Cause they don’t got the sh#t I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don’t want your b#tch even though she wanna flirt
And 24/7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this sh#t from the bottom, got this from the dirt
Last year I was down on my #ss
I was fighting with depression and fighting with school, I did not even know if I’d pass
Didn’t know myself, didn’t know what I was doing, I didn’t even know how to grasp
All of the feelings inside of head, but I look back on that sh#t and now I just laugh, yeah
I know you’re mad, I can see it on your face
Say you smoke gas but you don’t know your strains
Vivienne Westwood, it’s all in the chain
Never can switch, baby, I’ll stay thе same
They gonna play, know this sh#t not a game
f#ck all thе money, I don’t need no fame
Don’t wanna see you, don’t wanna see your face
All care about me, ’cause I’m getting K’s
I never can show up
‘Cause nobody gives a f#ck
Nobody that I can trust
Nobody that I can hold
[I never can show up
[‘Cause nobody gives a f#ck
[Nobody that I can trust
Yeah, yeah, boutta hit 10K, that sh#t real astounding
Finally made it up to the top of the mountain
Long time coming, know the days, I’ve been counting, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I’m in the studio like every damn day
Talking over Twitter, not to my face
Worth my time, nah, you’s a waste, yeah
Yeah, yeah, getting in first, nah, no last place
Always wanna talk, always throwing that shade
I can care less about you say, yeah
Yeah, yeah, smoke me another, I needed you
Never gon’ catch me popping pills, if I do that sh#t, you can kill me
Seventeen, but I’ve been making them racks
Seventeen, but I’ve been shopping in Saks
Seventeen, but I’ve been spending them checks
Seventeen, but already know that I’m next
Seventeen, seeing my name in the press
Seventeen, making these n#gg#s upset
Seventeen, got all the labels impressed
Seventeen, wearing my pride on my chest
I’ve been running to the racks
I’ve been running to the stacks
I know I got n#gg#s really mad
‘Cause they don’t got the sh#t I have
I got Helmut Lang all on the shirt
I don’t want your b#tch even though she wanna flirt
And 24/7, I put in the work
My shooters just ready, boy, do not get hurt
Got this sh#t from the bottom, got this from the dirt
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