Gucci (Interlude)

Yeah, and so I pick up the pieces, and turn my pen to a thesis

Now my faith is restored 'cause I had a talk with Jesus

Said impossible is nothin', I pull on my Adidas

I just hope that when I prove it all, my loved ones get to see this

You boys are fickle, you love me or wanna fight me

I only spill my blood when I spit on a Biggie-type beat

I'm in Delilah in a fresh plain white tee

On this microphone, I portray the plight of a Pisces

Somewhere between reality or fantasy

Look, my demise is somethin' you should never plan to see

I manifested for it, all I did was plant a seed

I remember when my family couldn't afford to eat

Now it's Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

No drama, no drama, no drama

Now it's Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

Louis, Gucci, Balenciaga

No drama, no drama, no drama, yeah