Deluxe Thoughts

Took a lot to get here, that's the difference
You know what I mean? It's a different type of commitment (tss)
Gettin' hot though, in it?
B7, this the deluxe, though
Sky grey, but my jewelry bright, you know how that go)
It's a lot of shit I ain't get to say, you know?
Blanco
Yeah

Private jet to Teterboro, keep it thorough
I been livin' for today like I don't need tomorrow
Went and got it on my own, now I don't need to borrow
And I don't argue with no bitches, I don't beef or quarrel
Thuggin' on the social sites, shooter with me Kobe-like
I tell my youngin to stay clean, but I pour dope in Sprite
Sometime, I still feel lower than my brokest nights
Ocean flights, my mama say I'm trippin', and, I know she right (whoo)

It fucked me up inside a little, fuckin' with my pride a little (yeah)
Pharmaceuti's runnin' through my veins like I'm inside a 'spital (damn)
I've been so caught up in this rap shit that I'm losin' touch
Everybody smilin' in my face, I don't know who to trust
Haters hide in plain sight, I don't know who to rush
Try to send us to the feds, all they could do to us
No security, I'm doin' side quests with a bougie slut
Lines, I'm pourin' two and up, tell Kyler turn the music up (yeah)

Maybach slidin' with her hair in the wind (hair in the wind)
Too much trauma, I don't know where to begin (I don't know where to begin)
Trap fit 'em, locked in, shit, I'ma wear it again (shit, I'ma wear it again)
Say a prayer, I'm feelin' evil in my spirit again, yeah (yo)
Chin up and my chest out, back against the wall
Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (ball)
Chin up and my chest out (yeah), back against the wall
Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (yeah)

New York high-rises, I'm a regular
Baccarat Hotel, drop five-thousand, pour the beverage up
Blanco 7, I might go deluxe and boost my leverage up
A lot of guys had motion out of Mass', but they was never us
I've played with M's since 2020, what I'm slidin'? Bentley, Bentley
What she buyin'? Fendi, Fendi, don't ask me 'bout a post with Remy
Youngin's puttin' buttons on them poles, it ain't no totin' semis
Hoes tryna rekindle what we had, but I got a broken memory (got a broken memory)

What your life like? I can tell you what them nights like (I'll tell you)
Hit it with the cutter, and then you stretched, what's the price like? (What's the price like?)
What's the price on that Perico? I mean, we talkin' white, right?
They so caught up in my skin color, all I see is dick suckers
Little rappers worried 'bout my grind, but I'm a big hustler
If you want a war that ain't involve some clout, we would've been rushed him
You the type to do a bid and let men touch you
Willingly so hard to not kill y'all, this shit killin' me (I swear)

Maybach slidin' with her hair in the wind (hair in the wind)
Too much trauma, I don't know where to begin (I don't know where to begin)
Trap fit 'em, locked in, shit, I'ma wear it again (shit, I'ma wear it again)
Say a prayer, I'm feelin' evil in my spirit again, yeah (yo)
Chin up and my chest out, back against the wall
Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (we ball)
Chin up and my chest out (Yeah), back against the wall (yeah)
Now every year we live, that's just another year we ball (know that)

Super, super-duper, hahaha, yeah
Ay, Cold Spring, I appreciate the beat, though
B7, this the deluxe, uh
(I keep my wrist cool like my brother, Cold Spring in New York)