Intro lyrics

[Verse: Lil Mosey]
Uh, same color Audemar, same color pendant
You know I’ve been busy, so I'll call you when I'm finished
Went through Hell and back, only God is my witness
Tryna make sh*t shake, man I'm feelin' like Grimace
My money turned red when I flew to Tokyo
Put my heart in this sh*t like it's The Last Rodeo
Only thing on me that changed is clothes, never let them change your goals
Favorite thing to do is hit a different city, different hoes
No, I'm not perfect, my b*tches ain't perfect
At thе top it's good views, but the pictures ain't worth it
Thеy ain't pay me mind when I was out there couchsurfin'
Been acting Hollywood, I tell them my phone ain't workin'
They done let me out my deal, them n*ggas f*cked up bad
Now the CEO, daughter on my phone, tryna add me
Still got a Yik', but I keep it in the backseat
In Korea, on some K-pop sh*t, I feel like Backstreet
New manager, shoutout Won Gee
Take a L and bounce back, but I won't let mistakes haunt me
My homie feel like givin’ up, I tell him keep walking
I tell him keep his head high, and know the sky is watching
Taz spent his sixth year in jail, still the same kid
Midget spent his third year free, look what God did
You ain't want to put in long nights, but I did
Lookin' for that n*gga from the past, you won't find him
I'm a lil' player and I can't help it
I walk in and shake the room, b*tch I know you felt it
Hit the islands in the winter, so I come back when it's melted
Said "I'ma ball forever", so I'm playing like a Celtic, mhm-mhm
Norfend made, won't let a thing change
Like we was kickin' doors and making music at the same time
I just showed my dawg a hundred-thousand on FaceTime
Only use my watch for fashion, n*gga like I hate time
Only thing I keep is blues, n*gga like I hate crime
Fame sh*t cool, but I'm acting like I hate mine
I just want to sit with seven figures like 8-9
You ain't use my number back then, then erase mine
You gon' hold my heart for some, shorty don't break mine
I was in deep, now my money stack waist-high
Now my money stack waist-high
Real as it gets in this life, you can't fake mine
[Outro: Karl Anthony Towns]
Keep standing on these hating as n*ggas man, you know
These n*ggas said I wasn't gonna do sh*t, be sh*t, all that, you know, n*ggas hated
Lil Mosey the golden child (Golden child)