Tell me this baller image that you make yourself Creating an illusion, you got cake yourself Not trying to be a lie, you're a fake yourself Aight, keep fucking around, you're gonna break yourself You got a misconception about what real is Spoiling out your 300, but you know what it still is From empty to pimpley, it's simply not a Bentley This ain't about movie, just let be what meant be To floss in extremes, you took your game But shit, that chicks white gold and platinum look the same You in your zone, tricking on Patron With more shots of silver than a werewolf, be careful Before we go and say he in the clean The best way to test is an ATM machine Here's a fact, younging, and this is true If you gotta check your balance, then that shit ain't for you For real Shit, baby girl you said you don't feel appealing Your body started changing and now you ain't feeling like you worthy no more Them breasts ain't looking pirky no more Them dudes ain't acting thirsty no more You wondering if you had your break yet And sitting at the bar not know what to think yet Cause not one baller bought you a drink yet And some young chick got on the same matching pink set Up under your arms you see your little bit flap Forget that, shakeweights can't fix that Used to come up in the club and then spot your drama Now somebody's ass and they [?] mama Them prom queen days is long gone Time to realize you playing the wrong song Every young boy don't understand And that probably means it's time for a grown ass man For real Every minute that we be pretending to be Something that we're not, we cause of an image we see Lost in the Wheel Of Fortune, well, spin it and see Instead of fronting I'mma show you ain't no limit to me You programmed to do what people commonly like Bringing harm in your life, you need that garmen advice To navigate you from what fascinate you Just cause that's what they do, kid, you have to stay true For real