This Rich. (feat. Gin)

Finessing in the flyest threads
I been blessed still got fam out here dodging feds from the opalens
Came from hopping fences, to pulling up in lavish mansions
Someone on the islands, no Hampton better level up
Clico by the cases
Whiskey w/ no chasers
Praises to the maker
Man we made it out the gutter
S/o to my Zo’s that done made it in the come up
Fucking up them commas so they grammars never perfect
Nigga ice cold, ice cold that’s how the flow go
Kitara w/ the flow so you know I gotta whip it
Club Cs, double knees, we in some ill shit
Breaking bread, w/ the team we be the realest
See if I ruled the world and everything in it
My bitches would be bad, my windows would be tinted
We keep deuces on our ride and some real hitters with us
Anybody talking shit bets believe they can get it
Was sup
Now did you ever think that you would be this lit? No
Now did you ever think that you would smash this bitch? Yeah
Now did you ever think that you would be the one? Yeah
W/ the Uber to the city for the funds? Yeah
Now did you ever think that you would feel this shade? Ugh
Remember times when yo ass was real afraid? Son
Now did you ever think that you would have it made? Yeah
Living out your dreams during the day?
What more can I say?
The hit factory legitimate just living lavishly
Collab w/ Gin another masterpiece so it has to be
Shining grill cop the the master piece
Rhyming bills drop like master P
Rhyming ill w/o rhyming rapidly
Actually?
I might be on some smooth shit
My produce is for u to move to it
Make beats like Q-tip
Roll the bark up and ride the conduit
Blasting my music
We just take the respect
Not asking you to choose it
Oh you refuse it? Then u know u in trouble
I run up on you take ya shorty
W/ the rear it’s a bubble
I know she struggle to get in them RRL denim
If I can move her mind maybe I can move her muscle
Attack her from behind w/ the black spitting venom
Detach the belt buckle
Paralyze the calf muscle
She said she do music but we not no rap couple
We motivated minds so we can’t stop the hustle
She tugging on my supreme tee
I got that from John C Rambo as I dismantle
Asking what’s the aroma incense or a candle
No it’s Santal from the le labo
Then I went commando inside ya hoe
As I make bank roll, I rather dunk cause I shoot close
Like Shaq and Kobe go to the rack approach slowly
11 rings in New York like Phil jack homie
Say what?
Now did you ever think that you would be this lit? No
Now did you ever think that you would smash this bitch? Yeah
Now did you ever think that you would be the one? Yeah
W/ the Uber to the city for the funds? Yeah
Now did you ever think that you would feel this shade? Ugh
Remember times when yo ass was real afraid? Son
Now did you ever think that you would have it made? Yeah
Living out your dreams during the day?
What more can I say?