[Intro]
In this room, sits a remarkable woman
She's Miss Helen Keller
She does not hear the rustling of the curtains behind her
She hears nothing
[Verse 1]
Might kill the scene when I roll up
Might make some green, get my gold up
Might have to prove what I told ya
I'm too woke, but they sleepin' like a coma, ooh
Damn, that boy, he got the waves (He got the waves)
Damn, that boy, he on the way (He on the way)
Got a couple baes, they just want a little taste
But I ain't really got the time to save, no, no, no
On a roll like Michelin, I got the Midas touch
Grammy in my hand, that's that shit I might just touch
I don't need no help 'cause I got guidance from above
Reachin', reachin' in my pocket, that's my way of findin' love, yeah
It's only a little now, but watch, and wait, and see (See)
Only thing I need in life is watches, cake, and green (Green)
Let your favorite rapper make his spot a vacancy
Put my fam up on a private beach, yeah, that's a vacant sea, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I remember when they used to talk, I always listened
But I don't hear nothing now
And old girls still be tryna tell me what I'm missing
But I don't hear nothing now
In this room, sits a remarkable woman
She's Miss Helen Keller
She does not hear the rustling of the curtains behind her
She hears nothing
[Verse 1]
Might kill the scene when I roll up
Might make some green, get my gold up
Might have to prove what I told ya
I'm too woke, but they sleepin' like a coma, ooh
Damn, that boy, he got the waves (He got the waves)
Damn, that boy, he on the way (He on the way)
Got a couple baes, they just want a little taste
But I ain't really got the time to save, no, no, no
On a roll like Michelin, I got the Midas touch
Grammy in my hand, that's that shit I might just touch
I don't need no help 'cause I got guidance from above
Reachin', reachin' in my pocket, that's my way of findin' love, yeah
It's only a little now, but watch, and wait, and see (See)
Only thing I need in life is watches, cake, and green (Green)
Let your favorite rapper make his spot a vacancy
Put my fam up on a private beach, yeah, that's a vacant sea, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
I remember when they used to talk, I always listened
But I don't hear nothing now
And old girls still be tryna tell me what I'm missing
But I don't hear nothing now
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