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Lyrics Friends & Family – NAV

To riches from rags
I just believed in myself
And somehow, I made it out the block
I hit the road, I spend a twenty clip minimum
Every time I wanna shop
High out my mind, I might just go buy
Another pair of some s**t I already got
I’m gettin’ bags, I’m right in the middle of quarantine
Made ten million on the dot

Rick Owen pants, my right pocket full of them Xans
I know that I said I would stop
Man with the plan, I told ’em, just follow my lead
And I took my whole team to the top
Don’t check the tag and I don’t check the receipt
If I see it, I want it, I cop
Shoutout GB’s, I got some connections in Queens
I get my Jz before they drop

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Where do I start, all of my albums on charts
All of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke
I go shoppin’ and I fill my cart

You wouldn’t believe me, I just been taking it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all this s**t I’m receiving
Your actions looking deceiving
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I’m gettin’ paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic’ Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants
And they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks
I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan, then they gon’ hop out the van
And take you for whatever you got
My b**ch is tanned, I’m on a yacht out in Cabo
Got villas that take up the block
When I get geeked, f**k around, tell her I love her
But I really use her for sex
Let her be free, I ain’t ’bout catchin’ no feelings
I’m catchin’ a flight on a jet

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She try to leave me, no, I’m not takin’ it easy
F**k on her friend, she upset
Knew I was smart, my teachers ain’t think I’d achieve
Gave a f**k about passin’ a test
They wanna be me, million in diamonds
Believe me, got rings, I could buy a Patek
Opps lookin’ dusty, I got some demons, so trust me
Keepin’ my foot on they neck

Where do I start, all of my albums on charts
All of my cars push-to-start
I had no hope, I was just broke as a joke
I go shoppin’ and I fill my cart

You wouldn’t believe me, I just been taking it easy
Pockets, they sloppy, they cheesy
Made me feel guilty for all this s**t I’m receiving
Your actions looking deceiving
Beverly Hills, I told her to stay where my suite is
Told her the entry is keyless
I’m gettin’ paid to go on the mic
And I feel like Mic’ Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ, I got them Louis V pants
And they come with the permanent creases
Look at my feet, I got on them Travis Scott dunks
I got friends and them family pieces

Weezy out…

➤ Written by Cash (XO), Wheezy & NAV
Album: Emergency Tsunami
Produced by Jasper Harris & Wheezy
NAV | 2020

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