The Intro - Peezy

Yeah

Feel good to be back

Life good, I can’t complain

Left for two years, came back, shit ain’t the same

Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain’t the same

This one 40K out the box, I left it plain

I been on some low-key shit, stayin' out the way

This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved

I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made

Get a nigga whole house cleaned up, I got a maid

I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock

The only thing a nigga take for granted is the countertop

Stainless steel ovn, internet inside th fridge

Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', nigga

They like, «P changed up, he on some ho shit»

This ain’t 2012, you want that, go buy my old shit

'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06

Caught the bus down to the V and it’s been on since

Talkin' to my nigga from DC like, «What you on, slim?»

Talkin' to your ho like she ain’t nothin', «What you want, bitch?»

Ain’t nobody never fronted me, I bought my own shit

Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain’t got no sense

Yeah, keep workin' and never settle

In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal

Fuck a Hellcat, I’m in a Demon like the devil

Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel

They say it ain’t trickin' if you got it, huh?

I say I ain’t let you bitches trick me out a dollar, huh

Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh

Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh

I just spoke an M into existence, I’m a prophet, huh

Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh

Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh

Swiped the Escalade and I fucked up my whole deposit, huh

Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I’m childish, huh

Walked up out that bitch with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh

Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh

Thirty to my lawyer, made them bitches drop the charges, huh

I can’t tell the time on my watch, this bitch retarded, huh

I can’t even work a nine-to-five 'cause I’m a mobster, huh

Counted 60K in small bills, I’m exhausted, huh

Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh

(Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh)

Feel good to be back

Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know

Back to my motherfuckin' family, you dig?

Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my nigga