Yeah, and so I pick up the pieces
And turn my pen to a thesis
Now my faith is restored
'Cause I had a talk with Jesus
Said impossible is nothin'
I pull on my Adidas
I just hope that when I prove it all
My loved ones get to see this
You boys are fickle
You love me or wanna fight me
I only spill my blood when I spit on a Biggie-type beat
I'm in Delilah in a fresh plain white tee
On this microphone, I portray the plight of a Pisces
Somewhere between reality or fantasy
Look, my demise is somethin' you should never plan to see
I manifested for it, all I did was plant a seed
I remember when my family couldn't afford to eat

Now it's
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
No drama, no drama, no drama
Now it's
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga
No drama, no drama, no drama
Yeah