Текст песни
Yeah
North side, late nights
No sleep, just grind
You know the vibe
Got Tom Ford on me, vanilla with tobacco
Round cash in my pocket, hear it crack like a taco
Spend on my fam, no payslip, no payroll though
Left that white behind, no more trips for the stash, bro
No handouts, I built this brick by brick
No cap in my rap, yeah I live this script
Late nights in the rain, had to take that risk
Now it’s ice on my wrist when I make that flip
I was down, had dirt on my Air Force kicks
Now it’s blacked-out whips and designer fits
Still real, no switch when the pressure hits
Still feed my fam, that’s the code I live
Got Tom Ford on me, vanilla with tobacco
Round cash in my pocket, hear it crack like a taco
Spend on my fam, no payslip, no payroll though
Left that white behind, no more trips for the stash, bro
Used to run through nights, had to dodge them lights
Now I’m up, no sleep, got my money right
No deals, just streams, now my numbers high
Indie moves, no chains, I don’t need their tie
From the block to the stage, yeah I changed my lane
Still scars in my mind from the past, no game
Had to cut off ties, couldn’t stay the same
Now my name in the talks when they say that name
No more running back
No more looking back
All that pain turned racks
Yeah, I’m done with that
Oh, what about me? I'm shining like a ⸻
Tom Ford on me, vanilla with tobacco
Round cash in my pocket, hear it crack like a taco
Spend on my fam, no payslip, no payroll though
Left that white behind, no more trips for the stash, bro
