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Here's my trophy for showing up Look at me growing up Thought that I would make it here But I wasn't hoe enough You still looked like Catherine Zeta-Jones When I sobered up And I still want my flowers For the both of us I wanna live in a Rent-A-Center That takes my card I fall in love with anything That breaks my heart And there's a trick to it Woke up in a cloud of smoke It's been a confounding road Filling out my Mad-Libs, city doing ad-libs I got me some major label looks that Didn't pay me out like Rad did Even on my worst of days you Look at me like Brad Pitt Promise you that I won't f*ck this Up the way my dad did I just put my mom in Gucci It's thе first of the month You smell the sеven thousand dollars worth Of "merch" in the glove You know we feel it so acutely It's a curse from above It was aimless, it was cruel It was worth it for love Bright light at the end of the tunnel One set of prints in the rubble White light at the end of the tunnel That's where you carried me I just put my mom in Gucci That's the first time in life When Adidas out of stock but You can't get real stripes You need the props and propaganda I just need one mic Twenty dollar tap-to pay I had To use three swipes Now I'm mentally Bill Gates, mentally Russell You busy praying to pills, wait I just meant to disrupt you Bank account at Equinox, flexing every muscle Thousands like a muzzle you won't Hear or see me bubble Ain't been thirsty for fame but You can pour my drink I got a girl on Wilhelmina tryna roll my tree Got fans that like Travis Scott And even Kool Moe Dee I never let a hater fee-fi-fo my dream Yeah it's ran in my DNA Getting paid incorporated ETA every day That's for my parents' sake Ignore the hate ignore the fake I been a databank Two chains on me Rolls Royce the Door is that a way Bright light at the end of the tunnel One set of prints in the rubble White light at the end of the tunnel That's where you carried me