Diamonds on my neck like I’m married to the frost
Codeine in the cup, got the devil in my thoughts
21, I pull up, let the chopper do the talk
Posty with the vibe, make your girlfriend wanna stalk
Came from nothin’, now the jet got a bedroom in the back
Still strapped up, even wearin’ all this black
Runnin’ up the numbers, we don’t ever count the cost
Rockstar life, I might never come down off