Yeah, and so I pick up the pieces And turn my pen to a thesis Now my faith is restored 'Cause I had a talk with Jesus Said impossible is nothin' I pull on my Adidas I just hope that when I prove it all My loved ones get to see this You boys are fickle You love me or wanna fight me I only spill my blood when I spit on a Biggie-type beat I'm in Delilah in a fresh plain white tee On this microphone, I portray the plight of a Pisces Somewhere between reality or fantasy Look, my demise is somethin' you should never plan to see I manifested for it, all I did was plant a seed I remember when my family couldn't afford to eat
Now it's Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga No drama, no drama, no drama Now it's Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga No drama, no drama, no drama Yeah
