Couch Pi'erre Bourne

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus]
I remember sleeping on my brother couch, yeah, with a couple thou'
Now look at me now, we don't even be speaking no more
Stack that paper like fill-out form, yeah, know I'll just be fine
Pray to God, he takes his time, but name a nigga who be on time

[Verse 1]
You a fan, so you fantasize
Juwanna Mann, y'all nigga be lying
Hood legend, my city be wilding
I'm in the trenches, I'm on the benches
With the family, it's extended
New York Yankees, how I fitted
Like Nav, it's been a minute
They get mad, but I didn't
You know I'm up, no snooze
Ice on me like hockey dudes
Watch twelve, yeah, we watch news
Make hits and combos, I got moves
Can't swim, but she gon' pool
Chain too cold, I keep my cool
Money talk, it be so rude
Fresh to death like Beetlejuice
Stack it up, I want my check
Will Smith, yeah, you know I'm fresh
It's a stake for the cheese like Philly
Moncler on when I feel chilly
Oh, man, damn, my pockets swollen, yeah
Oh, man, my pocket full of blue old mans, yeah
She wanna order take-out, but I still go in
Fucking on baby girl, she leave her old man
I do not live by the water, but girl is an ocean
We do not play no football, what is the motion?
Nigga mad we rich as fuck, you mad at your own skill
Hey, Matilda how I move the dough, yeah, with no hands
Yeah, I jumped off the porch, I didn't wanna hold hands
Yeah, growing up in the hood as a kid, you become a grown man