[Intro: ARDN]
Ayy, uh
[Verse 1: ARDN]
This for all the trials and the troubles we endured, uh
Head above the water like a submarine explorer
Everybody wanna cut up, it's a double-edged sword
'Cause a nigga sittin' pretty, it'll get ugly for sure
If you ever try to come between the growth, uh
I could never tolerate a "let me hold a dollar"
When you never tried to come to me before, uh
She just hit the follow thinkin' she just hit the lottery
And we ain't ever goin' back to broke
Those days, we were livin' no chase with the bottle
Nigga, it was gettin' hard for us to cope
But Dolce & Gabbana don't change me, remember when my
[Chorus: ARDN]
Mama said please don't let the fame get to me
I got trauma, I don't ever let this pain get to me
Let my celly ring, nigga, you ain't ever gettin' to me
Gotta bring out umbrellas, ain't no rain checks to me, ah
[Verse 2: ARDN]
Big boys, you ain't threats to me
We ain't neck and neck when these niggas stand next to me
You seen nothin' yet, this ain't even apex to me
I seen brothers act like broads, y'all the same sex to me, woah
Woah, wait, woah, wait
The people beg for it, that was just a throwaway
I don't break a sweat for it, I just stack more weight
Y'all some internet boys, niggas never show face like, uh
No way, no way
Y'all niggas meant for it, niggas cirque de soleil
I'm the big director, you can call me Scorsese
I just did a show in Paris, but y'all niggas dormez, but
[Chorus: ARDN]
Mama said please don't let the fame get to me
I got trauma, I don't ever let this pain get to me
Let my celly ring, nigga, you ain't ever gettin' to me
Gotta bring out umbrellas, ain't no rain checks to me, ah
[Verse 3: Ray Vaughn]
I got the opps lookin' out the window when I rain check
Top dogs don't worry 'bout the ones ain't at the same depth
Y'all better make that fame stretch
'Cause doublin' back, it could cause a train wreck
And I'll end up court for the way that I wave TECs
Glass pushin' on foot tryna find a Cinderella
She already knew my data 'fore I met her, had to rain check
Open up umbrellas, told her nothin' last forever
Better wrap all her emotions up in leather
Like a bitch with no ass, I ain't never had shit
Now I'm richer than all the niggas I went to class with
Popped out in the X-7 Mazda, I like the fast whip
Never spoke on the ones that was cancer, but still was a Black Panther like Chadwick
I'ma die a G, you niggas sweeter than diabetes
They ain't even givin' ten percent, that's a finders fee
We spinnin' like a dryer sheet
I stood ten toes and ain't have a dime to eat
And now the money counter stutter like Mayweather tryna read and
[Chorus: ARDN]
Mama said please don't let the fame get to me
I got trauma, I don't ever let this pain get to me
Let my celly ring, nigga, you ain't ever gettin' to me
Gotta bring out umbrellas, ain't no rain checks to me, ah
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