W.Y.B.H.
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Yeah, it's family that's our folk
Focus on that wealth
Young, black, healthy
Living life
Wake up in paradise man
In paradise
This is for the wealthy, the young, the black and healthy
I see all of the places I know my life will take me
You can't shine, shine your light
Cause I know you're going far, so far 'till I get home
WYBH, Bahama waters cooler than the jackets on the DA
Shout out to all of PA
Wave at 'em like Hova, oceans
Head swollen, haters say I need Motrin
Open, like Serena in a short skirt
Hoping, haters one day know my net worth
My network just work, never sleep, man
Cause sleep, the only bro to the G-man
Complaining, all this black power unfair
Couldn't ride in the front, we was once there
We was once where the bottom of the earth been
Now we pop the Ciroc when we thirsty
Good life, wouldn't trade it for your fortune
I know you mad, you broke, wanna extort him
Tell the truth, you don't really wanna work for it
You wanna pray to fake gods, go to church for it
This is for the wealthy, the young, the black and healthy
I see all of the places I know my life will take me
You can't shine, shine your light
Cause I know you're going far, so far 'till I get home
Success, savor the odor
Take a whiff, my nigga, smell the aroma
Smell good, nah, it smell great
Heard it through the vineyard, pressure bust grapes
Ain't it but a feeling, wine ease the aches
Domaine, Romani, Conte by the case
Count a mil', say grace, thank us
We getting most out, in God we trust
Paper lust, money, I'm like fuck it
You set the bar already? I might up it
Life's a bitch, then why you ain't cuff it?
Either you gon' be poor or rich with Ms. Muffet
It's just different, can't explain the smell
Can't explain success though, Lamborghini Sesto
Presto, we in the building
Like Jay said, fuck it, I want a trillion
This is for the wealthy, the young, the black and healthy
I see all of the places I know my life will take me
You can't shine, shine your light
Cause I know you're going far, so far 'till I get home
Okay, I see you Logic, Molotov, got it
Threw me in the pocket, quarterback option
Watch him take it off like a rocket
I'm spitting that struggle, straight up out the projects
Cause they ain't give us many options
A hood prophet, knew this shit would happen
I just had to put the time in and kept grinding
I'm from the bottom, still climbing
And you can hear it in my voice
We ain't have hope and we ain't have many choices
But now they gon' hear our voices
I lift 'em up, Rolls Royces
Uh, I swear I do this for my people
You ain't got that money? It's like they don't see you
But never change, nigga, be you
Money never made a man, we all created equal
And everybody got a story
Never let another human being take me out my glory
I pray to God when I wake up every morning
That I can get this cake and make it home to my daughter
And I can be something she proud of
It ain't 'bout me, it's 'bout us
It ain't 'bout fame, it's 'bout love
What is loyalty without trust?
This is for the wealthy, the young, the black and healthy
I see all of the places I know my life will take me
You can't shine, shine your light
Cause I know you're going far, so far 'till I get home