[Intro]
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
This for all my niggas locked in Heaven gate
This for all my niggas in the penitent'
Wishin' y'all was here to see how I made it
All it took was time and dedication
I made it through all the obstacles in the warzone
Now I got Givenchy all on my wardrobe
I was down bad on my dick, I ain't have no hope
New bustdown ring on my pinky look like a snow globe
This for all my niggas locked in Heaven gate
This for all my niggas in the penitent'
Wishin' y'all was here to see how I made it
All it took was time and dedication
I made it through all the obstacles in the warzonе
Now I got Givenchy all on my wardrobe
I was down bad on my dick, I ain't have no hopе
New bustdown ring on my pinky look like a snow globe
[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
This for all my vultures and for Mama G
Know you proud of me 'cause we done made it out that poverty, mmm
Dead broke, we was eatin' ravioli
Now we at the five-star eatin' cannoli
Drive past my hood up in this Rolls-Royce
'Member we had to go and rob, we had no choice, mmm
Now I wake up, say Mashallah, count up my blessings
Told bro, "Put your gun down, we made it out them trenches," amen
(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
[Chorus: Stunna Gambino]
This for all my niggas locked in Heaven gate
This for all my niggas in the penitent'
Wishin' y'all was here to see how I made it
All it took was time and dedication
I made it through all the obstacles in the warzone
Now I got Givenchy all on my wardrobe
I was down bad on my dick, I ain't have no hope
New bustdown ring on my pinky look like a snow globe
This for all my niggas locked in Heaven gate
This for all my niggas in the penitent'
Wishin' y'all was here to see how I made it
All it took was time and dedication
I made it through all the obstacles in the warzonе
Now I got Givenchy all on my wardrobe
I was down bad on my dick, I ain't have no hopе
New bustdown ring on my pinky look like a snow globe
[Verse 1: Stunna Gambino]
This for all my vultures and for Mama G
Know you proud of me 'cause we done made it out that poverty, mmm
Dead broke, we was eatin' ravioli
Now we at the five-star eatin' cannoli
Drive past my hood up in this Rolls-Royce
'Member we had to go and rob, we had no choice, mmm
Now I wake up, say Mashallah, count up my blessings
Told bro, "Put your gun down, we made it out them trenches," amen
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