Candlelit Dinners Fredo

[Verse 1]
Nah, this ain't a song, it's a lesson and plan
I was broke, but bein' broke don't make you less of a man
What makes you less of a man is not tryna change that the best that you can
Whether that's workin' or stretchin' a gram
Catch me warmin' up my cocaine, look like stretchin' his hams
Got an away game down in country with several fans
Drippy, young nigga, they could always tell it was man
Yeah, I looked fly when I was broke, but I look better with bands
I was a kid but felt like less of a man
So I skipped my test and went to Loose's instead, had a test in the grams
There's one or two good, but thе streets and the rest of it's bad
I saw more fеds and yard workers and less of my dad
But I didn't need a dad, no lie, 'cause I had the streets for that
My brothers loved beef, we pull up anywhere and feast on that
Caught him by the pizza shop and gave him more slices than his pizza had
Real life, me and mine don't need to cap

[Chorus]
My life's crazy, I'm talkin' 'bout them wooden handle grip spinners and candlelit dinners
Handle the whole block while I handle my business
Rise them hand things fast, you put a hand on my niggas
I won't even lie, lot of rage I'm holdin' inside
Fuck designer, got a clothing range I solely design
I used to dream 'bout drivin' a Range, now I got a Range I won't even drive
And if I saw the hoes, I'd probably hide