Wayback

And you don't know the real me that's chill (Woah)

If the sun ever come out, pop a pill (Woah)

Brodie got a cough he cracking the sill (Woah)

Low energy, I need a whole lot to feel

Skipping class everyday making records

Time equals money and my time is precious

Hopped on the plane the freshest

Economy class with some shades, no pictures

Don't invite me to the crib with no bitches

I'm not bringing my either so don't ask

Was told the come up would be fast

My mission from rags to the richest go way back