Curbside at The Ritz lyrics

[Intro]
(What do you desire?)
(Ain't a damn thing changed)
Ain’t sh*t changed, yeah
I'm not gon' ever change
Let’s be real (Yeah)
f*ck 'em (Yeah)

[Verse]
I'ma kill 'em with my talent
n*gga wanna beef with me so bad, know I hang with smackers
This b*tch really wanna be with me, she know what's happenin'
n*gga know I ride luxury, so take off your shoes when you get in my car
I ride past y'all in traffic, have your b*tch in awe
Back then, a n*gga was trippin', I was hittin’ these b*tches raw
Now my mindset a lil’ different, now I decline your call
Park on the curb, outside thе Ritz, tell they ass, "f*ck 'em, wе ball"
I beat the state, I’m feeling good, n*gga had left me in awe
Pop taught me how to always clean the handprints off my car
Passed by these white people in this b*tch and I'm droppin' they jaw
They like, "Damn, how the f*ck that black kid had made it that far?" (Desire)
Set a goal for myself and I did it
Stop mentioning me with them lame-ass n*ggas
Stay the f*ck out of my business
If I get one of you n*ggas touched, I ain't claiming I did it
I’ma just be satisfied and keep it kickin'
I ain't hangin' 'round none of these n*ggas, these days these n*ggas ain't real
These n*ggas ain't genuine
Catch me sideline with a bad b*tch
With his lil' b*tch at the game courtside, then after, I hit it
When I used to walk past 'em, they laughed, now when I ride past 'em she grinnin' (Yeah)
If I was passin' out albums back then, they would throw it in the trash, now they listenin'
[Outro]
(Desire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh