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