Love's gonna get you killed
But pride's gonna be the death of you, and you and me


I remember when I used to be innocent, ain't shït changed
I'm a young black belligerent
Child of an immigrant, lifestyle frivolous
'Round here we keep bad company cah them people pay dividends
What's the point of bein' rich when your family ain't?
It's like flyin' first class on a crashin' plane
Dinners with the same nïggas, just higher bills
And all the models Himalayan, they got higher heels

You're either a lamb or you're Hannibal
Good kid but I grew up 'round animals
No chick can't tell me about attitude
I got girl from the Screwface Capital


We're all alone in this together, right?