When I woke up in the morning, said i'll get it on my own Cuz your gesture won't help me sleep Devil only speaking to the weak When you out the dirt the mothafucker finna flee Since the money clapping in through the phone, lil bitch Three accounts and two paychecks in a week Fuck i'm tired of drugs i'm living free Only place you could destroy me in your dreams It's the fuckin independence that turned me to a man Never fuckin asked for hand outs, since the kid was a man How many masterpieces cooked up lil bitch more than ten Since the first legacy Le Goldmane was a champ, huh Champion in the mist, I could put her in a state of bliss Give her something bout me that one day she finna miss Fumes of the devil in the concrete of abyss It's Yung Le Goldmane the boy that why cash comin with a flick Monetary gain from everybody watching me Put my visuals in sound so everybody see Roses on the floor, scattered cross the concrete I could live this day again I could put it on repeat I might give this motherfuckers something that they could repeat We was born to be legends, underwater legacy Le Goldmane a boss making money when sleep I know things a will get better in the future Believe me Ohhhhh I feel it We was in another place when we done fucked lil bitch like Ohhhhh I feel it We was in another place when we done fucked lil bitch like Ohhhh I feel it, ohhh I feel it *Angels singing