Smoking With My Stylist

[Verse 1] Initials on my wallets, smoking with my stylist Custom German plates on all my cars, cause bitch I'm balling All in burning crosses, which royalty regardless Honestly I'm honored just to represent the progress Distant as I seem to you, I know what I mean to you Martin Luther King Jr., Hustle let me dream through you When I told my scheme to em, told me that I seem stupid Empty engines need fueling, y'all was like my theme music Now I keep them links Cuban, money talk I speak fluent Everybody buying Rolies, you can ask my team's children Life is but a dream to us, life is why they need music Got em wrapped around the corner, looking like Supreme threw it Cause when you cook it right, the fiends use it Come take a look at life how we view it You gotta start off in a cheap buick Then book a flight and see to it That's first class, my first pass It's big shit nigga like when birds pass Them 7 grams I got to a bird fast On Brynhurst Ave start busting on my church pass DOA, "you gon' be okay" that's what my granny used to say But I ain't see a way Sitting in the county jail I pray I see today Most successful nigga got a "S" up on his face Fuck the world, fuck the world They hate a young nigga that could fuck your girl They hate a real nigga when he touch a mill Hate you if you fake, but hate you more if you real