[Intro]
I remember when I used to be innocent
Ain't shit changed, I'm a young Black belligerent
Child of an immigrant, lifestyle frivolous
'Round here, we keep bad company cah them people pay dividends
What's the point of bein' rich when your family ain't?
It's like flyin' first class on a crashin' plane
Dinners with the same niggas, just higher bills
And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels
[Interlude]
You know we're all alone in this together, right?
(Quiet on set, places evеrybody)
You know, the seats in the Aston rеd leather, like
(And action) Yeah
[Verse 1]
I had dreams of doin' architecture
Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter?
Young Black art collector, I could take the pressure
Had scales, now it's suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate
Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games
Backstabbin' man, I'd rather that you cut my face
If I ain't charmin' the women, it's all the fuckin' snakes
You idolize the girl, there's no way I wife her
She only fucks with rich niggas, that's the way I like it
I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it
You got points on your creative license
Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduatin' in civil law
Nothin' ain't civil 'bout the Civil War
Grip a four, Gryffindor, this'll have you lyin' on your chest
I got ninety-nine marks, I wasn't tryin' on my test, I'm blessed (Why?)
Because the pasta is gamberoni, the watch is a classic Rollie
The pussy is sacred, it's holy like matrimony
I'm payin' her alimony to numb all the acrimony
The flight is to Santorini, the car is a Lamborghini
The cheese, the cheddar, the mozzarella, the fettuccine, the only aim
Look at my ego in a day in the life
Let's see what happens when you got the fuckin' game in a vice
We're all alone
I remember when I used to be innocent
Ain't shit changed, I'm a young Black belligerent
Child of an immigrant, lifestyle frivolous
'Round here, we keep bad company cah them people pay dividends
What's the point of bein' rich when your family ain't?
It's like flyin' first class on a crashin' plane
Dinners with the same niggas, just higher bills
And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels
[Interlude]
You know we're all alone in this together, right?
(Quiet on set, places evеrybody)
You know, the seats in the Aston rеd leather, like
(And action) Yeah
[Verse 1]
I had dreams of doin' architecture
Or sittin' through a Harvard lecture
How the fuck I end up bein' Harvey Specter?
Young Black art collector, I could take the pressure
Had scales, now it's suits that come made to measure
I drew the thin line between love and hate
Double date, what you drinkin'? Let me cut the games
Backstabbin' man, I'd rather that you cut my face
If I ain't charmin' the women, it's all the fuckin' snakes
You idolize the girl, there's no way I wife her
She only fucks with rich niggas, that's the way I like it
I can't fabricate the truth, it's just the way I write it
You got points on your creative license
Ask Rapz, that's a criminal graduatin' in civil law
Nothin' ain't civil 'bout the Civil War
Grip a four, Gryffindor, this'll have you lyin' on your chest
I got ninety-nine marks, I wasn't tryin' on my test, I'm blessed (Why?)
Because the pasta is gamberoni, the watch is a classic Rollie
The pussy is sacred, it's holy like matrimony
I'm payin' her alimony to numb all the acrimony
The flight is to Santorini, the car is a Lamborghini
The cheese, the cheddar, the mozzarella, the fettuccine, the only aim
Look at my ego in a day in the life
Let's see what happens when you got the fuckin' game in a vice
We're all alone
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