Fantasy

[Verse 1] I be in the [? 0:12] fantasizing 'bout the house I'm finna buy When that big check clears, I snack, I steers, I swear I'm fly You can't tell me nothing when I'm stunting in the [? 0:25] This nigga is spitting game He say his mixtape finna drop, yeah, bro, I'll cop I want my wrist all golden like Jill Scott New hair on, but no Gil Scott I want my wrist all golden like Jill Scott New hair on, but no— [Chorus] Why it gotta be so damn hard? It was so damn hard Tryna find my soul, gotta keep it charged I'm that spark that flame up in the place Don't care what the people say 'Cause it's so damn hard, it was so damn hard Tryna know my soul, gotta keep it charged I'm that spark that flame up in the place Can't care what the people say [Verse 2] I had to come through for the salad, on my crouton shit Yellow boxes in the closet, that's my poupon fit If the opulence is opposite of what you need I can organize something that get you up to speed I said I'm running, running, running, run this like a marathon (Okay) I'm rocking [? 1:22], sniffing Saint Laurent (Yes sir) My life a doc', huh, run it on a telethon If you let them hating niggas get through, then you ain't built for shit (Yeehaw) Before you make some dollars, gotta know your soul is rich Before you make some dollars, gotta know your soul is rich (Yes sir) I got my chin up, they ask, "For what?" (Okay) 'Cause we the hottest in the town, it's all for showing love [Chorus] Why it gotta be so damn hard? It was so damn hard Tryna find my soul, gotta keep it charged I'm that spark that flame up in the place Don't care what the people say 'Cause it's so damn hard, it was so damn hard Tryna know my soul, gotta keep it charged I'm that spark that flame up in the place Can't care what the people say