Friends & Family - NAV

To riches from rags

I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block

I hit the road, I spend a 20 clip minimum every time I wanna shop

High out of my mind

I might just go buy another pair of some shit I already got

I’m getting bags

And right in the middle of quarantine made 10 million on the dot

Rick Owen pants

My right pocket full of them Xans

I know that I said I would stop

Man with the plan

I told 'em just follow my lead and I took my whole team to the top

Don’t check the tag

And I don’t check the receipt

If I see it I want it, I cop

Shout out GBs

I got some connections in Queens

I get my J’s before they drop

Where do I start

All of my albums on charts

All my cars push to start

I had no hope

I was just broke as a joke

I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn’t believe me

I just been taking it easy

Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy

Made me feel guilty

For all this shit I’m receiving, your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills

I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I’m getting paid to go on the mic and

I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ

I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet

I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan

Then they gon' hope out the van and take you for whatever you got

My bitch is tan

I’m on a yatch out in Cabo, I got villas that take up the block

When I get geeked

Fuck 'round, tell her I love her, but I really use her for sex

Let her be free, I ain’t bout catching no feelings, I’m catching a flight on a

jet

She tryna leave me, no, I’m not taking it easy

Fuck on her friends, she upset

Knew I was smart

My teachers ain’t think I’d achieve

Give a fuck about passing a test

They wanna be me

Million in diamonds, believe me

Got rings I could buy a patek

Opps looking dusty

I got some demons, so trust me, keeping my foot on they neck

Where do I start

All of my albums on charts

All my cars push to start

I had no hope

I was just broke as a joke

I go shopping and I fill my cart

You wouldn’t believe me

I just been taking it easy

Pockets they sloppy, they cheesy

Made me feel guilty

For all this shit I’m receiving, your actions looking deceiving

Beverly Hills

I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I’m getting paid to go on the mic and

I feel like Mike Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ

I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet

I got on them Travis Scott dunks, I got friends and them family pieces

(Wheezy outta here)