[Intro: Cordae]
Uh, okay

[Chorus: Cordae]
Conversations gettin' complicated, I could tell ya, uh
Fifteen, was in them handcuffs with paraphernalia
I grew up in them trenches, boy, your house had wine cellar
If anybody ever had a problem, gave 'em hell
I got my auntie, brothers, daddy, cousin backstage passes
Everybody celebratin' with they champagne glasses
I'm just sittin' full of pain as I'm tourin' the country
Thought the stress-free life was gon' come with the money (Uh)

[Verse 1: Cordae]
I got my head up in the clouds livin' off daydreamin'
Still high up off of life, I know my light ray beamin'
Got up out river, nigga, now I'm straight mainstreamin'
Flowin' heavy, 'member uncle drove a Chevy on his wrist
Was a stolen Rollie Presi', couldn't tell him shit
Arrogance is deadly, in the moment, damn, he relished it
Matchin' chain, embellished it, drug dealer dreams with prison nightmares
Was type rare, and if the shoe fits, I'll buy the right pair
But shit be gettin' worser by the second, I'm guessin'
Put a smile up on my face 'cause life is all 'bout perception
Tell my niggas that I'm happy, happiness manifestin'
Even though it's quite the opposite, but shit, I'm digressin', okay
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