Da Homies

They tell me, damn my dude, you all good now

You got your bachelors and made it out the hood now

So does that mean that I won't see you in the Wood now?

I'm the same G, get it understood now

I might wear a bow tie with a cardigan

But that don't mean that I don't touch shenanigans

Same foolie, same drink with the same fade

Now I got a different whip for every day

When I'm white collar I might pop some Chandon

But when I'm posted with the foolies yac is what I'm on

These rich people think they know me

Until I take them one day around the homies