Enormous

[Verse 1-Hit-Boy] They say when you lose don’t lose the lesson But it’s hard to live in peace when you’re used to stressin' And I admit Man, I’m still getting used to blessings Because these kids in the struggle, that’s youth depression I guess that’s how you’re supposed to feel when every moment is surreal And every woman that you’re running to is unaware of your skill Niggas try to hack you or bring you down like Shaquille But you know you got that potent shit, you just hope it appeal Young OG on the field, this is white glove rap If white people feel that all blacks love rap They who cut us the deals and the bad contracts Stil we sign it, cause the cars out there, we wanna be riding Fly and shit [Hook- Travis Scott] Toast a champagne with my real niggas Screaming pain of your shame niggas Van Gogh picture, ain’t it gorgeous? Look at this life we built, ain’t it enormous? Hold up, wasn't one of your niggas informant? Dropping them name tags, hold up was he Mormon? [Verse 2: ?] Man, I’m high as fuck right now I know my momma ain’t gonna like that, but she know my sacrifices And I don’t have many vices, always gone just like I’m high And hard to find like a satisfy, bet you my bday Always got a new dress, but don’t like how much that she weight Niggas wanna ride Benz, but they ain’t driving Niggas be clubbin the LIV but still ain’t living Yeah, I admit, I am a part of the problem I go out and get paid, I go hard for the bitches when I used to stay home Now these bitches in my section get their champagne on Aye if you wanna get her better and not wait long Cause she study with jady and Judy and the great stone Ah fuck it nigga we on [Hook- Travis Scott] Toast a champagne with my real niggas Screaming pain of your shame niggas Van Gogh picture, ain’t it gorgeous? Look at this life we built, ain’t it enormous? Hold up, wasn't one of your niggas informant? Dropping them name tags, hold up was he Mormon? [Verse 3: ?] I ain’t lying, put that in a spect between my teeth and I’m sizing But this bitch in the diamonds, designing Like who life you aligning, spend the time and do crime And no way why these bitch niggers chiming Only can sort importance to gain aportion proportions And hold a bunch of the corpses, the ugly wives or the gorgeous We’re the victims, notarized only when it’s a victim Justifying lies we’re coming to crime acceptum It’s the sick niggers who only can wish better And numb feelings, we love em through spent cheddar My momma always told me, don’t fall in love with material But nothing matched the feeling of finding toys in your cereal So here we go [Hook- Travis Scott] Toast a champagne with my real niggas Screaming pain of your shame niggas Van Gogh picture, ain’t it gorgeous? Look at this life we built, ain’t it enormous? Hold up, wasn't one of your niggas informant? Dropping them name tags, hold up was he Mormon? [Outro x2] Now we’re on our way to zero, zero, zeros That’s countless for all our mommas Money, music and marijuana Now we’re on our way to zeros, zeros, zeros That’s countless for all our mommas Money, music and marijuana we own