Boss Thoughts

From shoe collections to new duplexes
Our dreams leveled up on some next shit
But how I’m supposed to feel like the world in the palm of my hands when my
brother getting booked for possession
Struggle taught me that a fool keeps his net worth in platinum Rolexes
I had to buy some equity and double my investments
Never had a blueprint to make it out the trenches
I’m indebted to myself I thank the hustle not a reverend
In tune with my blessings for my brothers in tombs or them stretchers
I promise that when we catch em' we gone stretch em'
Mask the aggression with blunt smoke getting passed in the session
From past to present only hope is that I leave my impression
Hundred mill from a home in the trenches
Fuck the odds that’s my only intention
We learned to get it while we young whip that s550 hope police don’t catch us
From shoe collections to new duplexes
Our dreams leveled up on some next shit
If its 6 digits well appear for it
But if that money comes slow I ain’t here for it
I feel the walls closing in on me now
I hear the echo in this red brick it’s sounding like the voice of the crowd
My brothers dying getting locked away the clocks running out
All I see is devastation but I know the times now
Small city took it bigger than bigger than ever
I still remember idolizing the Carters and Rockefellers
Made a hundred and two before I turned 22
That was 12 months of nothing but grind and paid dues
If they can make a billion then we can too
Now my income fixed it’s like we can’t lose
My homie told me every day in this feel like a gamble
The rookie of the year in New York I’m J Randle
From shoe collections to new duplexes
Our dreams leveled up on some next shit
If its 6 digits well appear for it
But if that money comes slow I ain’t here for it