Must Be Nice

Wishin' I could say goodbye to being broke, and say hello to bread

But I'm broke and my grass looks yellow and dead

But the jello is red, and it's green in my bag

So i'll chill out and roll a cigarillo instead

I been waitin' for a minute

Feelin' as though I been comin' with it ever since the television was invented

I been looking thru the glass I just wanna get up in it

Seein' rappers on and they don't even know the business, like...

Like I'm knowin' that I'm better than you

Seein what these rappers gettin' to do

Going crazy

I ain't got much weed left, but my brethren do

Need some tree, need some whiskey an excedrin too

Man I'm stressed out... but it's looking up and thats a start

Might not be on the radio but this is art

I just wanna get by that's the biggest part

I'm in my 20s still feeling like a kid at heart

Lost in this young world, I'm just tryna navigate

See the pie sliced I'm just tryna grab a plate

We see commercials we infatuate

Wishing I was born rich with a fat estate

To wake up to a beautiful view

To be a one-per-center in the chosen few

To live a life of luxury

And when we fast forward to the good life's a hell of a trip

Except now-a-days its like my whole perspective is flipped

Used to wish that I would have shows

Now I tour 6 months out the year and its nothin now to bag ho's

Blowin kush when I wake up yeah the scent is strong

Then I'm pulling these balenciaga denims on

One leg at a time just like you

Except I'm making gold records from a nice view

Tryna stay humble while I get cashed out

Racks on racks, credit cards never maxed out

Making more then my parents did

That ain't saying much, but its still a mind fuck, yeah

Eating out, reading menus slow

Back then my wallet would decide what I chose

Now its white table cloths wearing nice clothes

Flying out for shows and my whole team goes

To wake up to a beautiful view

To be a one-per-center in the chosen few

To live a life of luxury