Lost in my own Thoughts on the road God on the phone Lately I’ve been getting dial tones Nobody want to talk to me I don’t wanna either I’m just tryna get this money I’m the youngest prodigy Look I won the lottery Know that I’m a star Still these women startle me Came and took my light Turn out its a robbery Boys got competition they keep trying to topple me What you gon’ say? What you gon’ do? Who you gon’ pray to? What you gon’ lose? What you doing fool? Love the people I love man Money all in the cut man Y’all don’t wanna give a **** man Cash coming like Tubman Soccer moms in Burbank Minivans playing Wu Tang I don’t need your two cent Thank her she turned me to a new man If it ain’t me who then If its not me well 100 million on the vision board But the fit from a thrift store Designing like I’m Tom ford Going fast like I’m flying in a concord Good boy with a world tour French girls screaming encore Help me write my thoughts down Scribble when I’m not sure Trust me I’m just talking to God We been talking a lot and if I can’t get a hold of him I’m talking to Raj yeah Or it’s Pulkit or Satyum or Yuvi or Suri With the circle I’m choosey When it’s late night we’re cruising And reaching conclusions of greatness Delusions led us to places that we was pursuing I ain’t never had to lie about shit I was 13 when I found this Since that day never doubted Drugs and women I messed around with Different hoods I’m switching outfits Pro shooter but I was a novice Light in me and I’m running off it Light in me and I’m