Growing up, with a pocket of cheese Always was the kid who i thought i would be But things that i see, don't ever come free Man, i prolly should just keep it with a lock and a key But they say, 'boy you know you gotta stay fresh' Nah f** that, i'm planning on just keeping my checks Slowly realizing the no need to flex Mr. Robin Hood, who i be hustling next? Listen bro, there's just too much on your plate We're living in a world where they generate hate So then we compensate A sense of security Material objects consume you stupidly Now, truthfully I dont wanna be that man Do your own thing go buy things when you can I will understand, if you really got sum But you got me confused I heard you really got none What's that son? What's happening? You see me from afar and You caught me laughing I'm rapping About the money you be packing All that fake sh** while I'm just relaxing Damn, so imma stay groovy I'm that young boss, in a simple grey hoodie Feeling goodie The waves they go DC im a star so imma glow And I'm a shine and never fade Already in the books so you can never throw no shade The best kid around, I'm simple and I'm cheap Cause i already got the crown