What's Success!

It's youngsters, poor streets, books or bricks

If the good life ain't a dream aint nobody plant a seed

They want it all, tell them really if they supposed to bleed

When I see time rubbing dem men standing in lines for the bus

Oh, boi this aint life somebody saves us

Gotta move the fuck like you got a stick up your anus

All them opps must hate it when they see me rising

Note it down for your date, finally you can say, you've got a line worth spitting

Hitting dem G spots, like doing dem favors

But, they still get jealous on me like it a steak with no flavors

Miami, London, Dubai, chilling at airport lounges I don't even fly