| Yeah, on everything | 
| La Familia, forever | 
| Future Hendrix, forever | 
| The Wizard, Fire Marshall, Super | 
| I get that cash forever, ever | 
| I blow that money forever, ever | 
| Ride in that coupe forever, ever | 
| Hang out the brain forever, ever | 
| Fuck all the fame forever, ever | 
| I get them racks forever, ever | 
| I get them racks forever, ever | 
| I rob them racks forever, ever | 
| Maison Margiela forever, ever | 
| I’m in designer forever, ever | 
| I’m in designer forever, ever | 
| Hell yeah forever, ever | 
| I sell them birds forever, ever | 
| I rep the hood forever, ever | 
| I rep the city forever, ever | 
| I rep my city forever, ever, yeah! | 
| Forever, ever, ever, ever | 
| Forever, ever, ever, ever | 
| Yeah, that’s my bitch forever, ever | 
| The love that we got is forever, ever | 
| I got ya back forever, ever | 
| I hit the lot with them racks on me | 
| I went to court with that pack on me | 
| I had that weed and that molly on me | 
| I pour that lean by the gallon gallon | 
| I got some rings and they metal yellow | 
| Put 25 bitches in Margiela | 
| My heart in the ghetto, it’s permanent | 
| I’m stuck in the trenches, it’s permanent | 
| I swear I be hearing my grand daddy talk to me | 
| Stack up the mills | 
| Rap for these niggas who loyal | 
| They gave me away, I’m a orphan | 
| Middle finger to my daddy, yeah | 
| I had to get designer pair to wear | 
| Pop a few shots on 'em, yeah, yeah | 
| I lay 'n' play up in Bora Bora | 
| I know the ways of them people | 
| I seen the doubt in they faces | 
| Niggas ain’t think I would make it | 
| I did this shit, no limitation | 
| Prosperity, they no hesitation | 
| I keep on moving that work, then I pull off in a spaceship | 
| I had some dirt on my shoulder, I wiped it off like I was Jigga, mane | 
| That thrilla manilla, mane | 
| I growed up with dealers, mane | 
| I worked in the cold with that pole on me | 
| And then I went straight to that bowl on me | 
| That yola right there on the stove | 
| Stuff all that guala in shoe boxes | 
| These bitches be loving my caterings | 
| I told her, «on top I’m an alien» | 
| Survive the trenches with wolves | 
| I got it and blew out the roof | 
| Put two dollars in change on the coupe | 
| Put change on your head and you’re done | 
| I got you hit up with drug money | 
| Aggravated by the bullshit | 
| Told you I ain’t have a conscience | 
| Fuck around and kill ya mama | 
| In them Maison’s, I’m framed like Jason | 
| That’s Maison Margiela, ya follow me? | 
| I be everywhere a dollar be | 
| I done made it out the poverty | 
| I can see 'em when they doubted me | 
| No, they should’ve never doubted me | 
| We’ll take your Freebandz pass, Brother | 
| If you get caught turnt down, your Freebandz pass is revoked | 
| Turn up! | 
| Hello |