Friends & Family (Explicit) - NAV

Lyrics by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Amir Esmailian

Composed by：Navraj Goraya/Wesley Glass/Amir Esmailian

Wheezy outta here

To riches from rags

I just believed in myself and somehow I made it out the block

Woah

I hit the road I spend a twenty clip minimum every time

I wanna shop

High out my mind I might just go buy another pair of some s**t

I already got

I'm gettin' bags

I'm right in the middle of quarantine made ten million on the dot

Rick Owen pants my right pocket full of them Xans

I know that I said I would stop

Man with the plan I told 'em "Just follow my lead"

And I took my whole team to the top

Don't check the tag and I don't check the receipt if I see it

I want it I cop

Shoutout GB's I got some connections in Queens

I get my J's before they drop

Where do I start

All of my albums on charts all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope I was just broke as a joke

I go shoppin' and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me I just been takin' it easy

Pockets they sloppy they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the s**t I'm receivin'

Your ex was lookin' deceivin'

Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic' Jackson

When she let me beat it

Feel like a champ I got them Louis V pants

And they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet I got on them Travis Scott dunks

I got friends and them family pieces

I make the plan then they gon' hop out the van and take you for whatever you got

My b***h is tanned I'm on a yacht out in Cabo got villas that take up the block

When I get geeked f**k around tell her I love her

But I really use her for sex

Let her be free I ain't 'bout catchin' no feelings

I'm catchin' a flight on a jet

She try to leave me no I'm not takin' it easy f**k on her friend she upset

Knew I was smart my teachers ain't think

I'd achieve gave a f**k about passin' a test

They wanna be me million in diamonds believe me got rings

I could buy a Patek

Opps lookin' dusty I got some demons so trust me keepin' my foot on they neck

Where do I start All of my albums on charts all of my cars push-to-start

I had no hope I was just broke as a joke I go shoppin' and I fill my cart

You wouldn't believe me I just been takin' it easy

Pockets they sloppy they cheesy

Made me feel guilty for all the s**t I'm receivin'

Your ex was lookin' deceivin'

Beverly Hills I told her to stay where my suite is

Told her the entry is keyless

I'm gettin' paid to go on the mic and I feel like Mic' Jackson when she let me beat it

Feel like a champ I got them Louis V pants and they come with the permanent creases

Look at my feet I got on them Travis Scott dunks I got friends and them family pieces

Wheezy outta here