Yeah
People always ask me why I don't wear designer
I say because the devil wears Prada
Trying to get me to sell my soul but came away with nada
I'm my opps worst fear, they call me Baba Yaga, Boogeyman
Cashing these checks getting to these dollars
They call me big baller
Hit you with this force like Luke Skywalker
Your mind I want to conquer
My mind is stronger
These beats I slaughter
Don't want to end up a martyr
Want to earn a billion like Sean Carter
Getting this money you got to think smarter not harder
Find the right partner whether it's romantic or business
In this game of life it's survival of the fittest
Diamonds shining like the lights on Christmas
Them bitches Shining
Monopoly man I'm chasing that bag like it's my fitness
I say that with God as my witness
To everybody who did me wrong don't ask for forgiveness
Y'all dead to me, I'm digging ditches
Bitch

Dripping like I'm sitting in a sauna
I'm still cruising in my Honda
Hit ya back mañana if I want to
Vintage garms on my arms I don't need designer
Granola should be sponsored by FentySkin Rihanna
Im a roll one in my brown new era
God damn I've been holy for forever
Im a smoke one this a brown new era
Got my homies with me we going to do whatever

Number one goal this year is making six figures
Anybody who gets in my way I'm going to leave disfigured
Been networking, gaining connections, my name starting to become familiar
New era, new year, new opportunities
On to something better and bigger
I never thought you'd give me a reason to do this
Cane and Abel, Jesus and Judas
Ceasar and Brutus, I see intruders
On and off the court I've always been known as a shooter
We on the come up, y'all going to have us playing on your phones, radios, computers
Granola one of the coldest producers, we the future

Dripping like I'm sitting in a sauna
I'm still cruising in my Honda
Hit ya back mañana if I want to
Vintage garms on my arms I don't need designer
Granola should be sponsored by FentySkin Rihanna
Im a roll one in my brown new era
God damn I've been holy for forever
Im a smoke one this a brown new era
Got my homies with me we going to do whatever

I took a trip last week I didn't need a ticket
Car, plane, or train but I went some distance
In my brain I was in Spain and met a matador
Anger on his face he said he had to settle scores
Held a tight grip walking from a store
Granola in his bag thats probably a metaphor
But I could give a shit less
Flow clean like its Windex
Homie I ain't finished
I'm trying to get some big checks
Music business finessing
Making moves like it's chess
But I ain't here to distress ya