It's been a minute since they seen a style with no gimmicks Clouds is they limits cause we in 'em; eyes low Squinted, more Ls but we winning acting like it's Hard to find women when I'm in these hard-to-find linens Remember those days it was hard to find a living But now we got ants, and it's only the beginning Big pimpin', pull a dime, drop 'em for they innocence Skate like mens' flow, sweet like cinnamon He a child, but they treat him like a bigger man Cause when the pen in his hand, he bake 'em up like he Jigga man Know you see him in the mirror fam, the ones you say You ain't hot but your biggest fan like, "Nigga, damn." Before he got popular, he bit the man With your chick in the cam, rolling through an Instagram Got it with the grams, everybody say they dissed a fan Know the haters too jelly, but fuck it though; it's the jam It's the fuckin' jam
