I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
Skola how them diamond chains hit like that? custom joints VV
In LA in a Wraith and I'm still on E
Shout out to my niggas gettin' to the VV
You can ask around, man I keep shit G
Name a young n**a really do it like me
Bust down the Rollie and I got AP
I ain't even gonna mention what I made off D
Bet you she like my persona
Play you, you know you a goner
I feel like buyin' new chains
I feel like buyin' new rings
I'll probably cop me a Range
YBS havin' them things
I do not f**k with you lames
Some shit just never will change
Right now I can't leave the state
Hopefully ASAP it change
I gotta get to them bands
I gotta get to my fans
Nothin' can kill my success
The streets really know who the best
I put in that work and I grinded
Now every day I can flex
I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
I walked right in that Louis store, spent twenty racks on Louis
Spoil him like baby boy, he got white h**s tryna sue me
I'm so glad that that f**n' cop ain't shoot me when he booked me
Shit could've been way worse, so glad I ain't in a hearse
I dropped down on my knees and thanked God I can spit this verse
And hug my baby boy, and buy him all them toys
He bring me all the joy, I'm makin' all the noise
I'm puttin' on for the city, got bad h**s tryna get with me
But she only tryna get some designer
The trenches, they know we the shiners
Stay in LA, the designers
Chillin' somewhere you can't find us
Clarity stones is the finest
With dime pieces you ain't seen
And ain't nobody on that broke shit
'Cause everybody got green, b**h
I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
I heard the streets said they been waitin' on me to come back with that heat
Life of a shiner, I stay in designer
Chained to the city, can't hit the Bahamas
Still gon' get rich, I put that on my mama
B**h you keep hatin' but don't want no drama
Everywhere I go, still go with llama
When I wake up I do got it in my pajamas
