Trap Life Chronicles: Wealth, Fame, and the Six Flow

The Broccoli Hook: Party Lifestyle Anthem

“Hey, lil’ mama, would you like to be my sunshine?”
Nigga touch my gang, we gon’ turn this shit to Columbine.

Verse 1: Diamonds, Dollars, and the Hustle

Ice on my neck cost me 10 times 3.
$30,000 for a nigga to get fly.
I just hit Rodeo and I spent like 10 G’s.
I just did a show and spent the check on my mama.
When I go on vacay, I might rent out the Bahamas.
And I keep like 10 phones, damn, I’m really never home.
All these niggas clones, trying to copy what I’m on.
Nigga, get your own, trying to pick a nigga’s bone.
Weight up on the scale, boy, I had a good day.
Metro PCS trappin’, boy, I’m making plays.
50 shades of grey, beat that pussy like Hulk Hogan.
I know you know my slogan: if I ain’t ’bout guap, I’m gone.
Niggas hating ’cause I’m chosen; from the concrete I rose.
Shawty staring at my necklace ’cause my diamonds really froze.
Put that dick up in her pussy, bet she feel it in her toes.

The Six Flow

I’m a real young nigga from the 6, throwing bows.
Real young nigga from the 6, throwing bows.

The Broccoli Hook: Party Lifestyle Anthem

In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me.
In the cut, I’m rolling up my broccoli.
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me.
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli.
Whispered in my ear, she trying to leave with me.
Said that I can get that pussy easily.
Said that I can hit that shit so greasily.
I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily.

Verse 2: Ambition, Fame, and Fine Dining

Ain’t no telling what I’m finna be on.
I’m beyond all that f*** shit.
Ain’t no telling what I’m finna be on.
I’m beyond all that f*** shit.

I got companies and Pesos.
I got people on my payroll.
She don’t do it ’less I say so.
I don’t smoke if it ain’t fuego.
I just sauce ’em up like Prego.
Fettuccine with Alfredo.
All I wanted was the fame and every game they made on Sega.

Reflections on Success

I was 5 or 6 years old when I had told myself, “Okay, you’re special.”
But I treat you like my equal, never lesser.
I was 26 years old when we had dropped this one amazing record.
Had the world stepping.
That’s what I call epic.

Couple summers later, I got paper.
I acquired taste for salmon on a bagel,
With the capers on a square plate.
At the restaurant with the “why you got to stare” face.
To know I either ball or I record over the snare and bass.
Rapper face, dread-headed,
Golden diamond teeth wearing.
They just mad ’cause I got that cheese, bitch, I keep dairy.

Outro

Turned up in the party, getting lit to Yachty,
With a Spanish Barbie, word to my mommy.

The Broccoli Hook (Reprise)

In the middle of the party, bitch, get off me.
In the cut, I’m rolling up my broccoli.
Yeah, I know your baby mama fond of me.
All she want to do is smoke that broccoli.
Whispered in my ear, she trying to leave with me. (She wanna f***)
Said that I can get that pussy easily. (I’m gonna f***)
Said I can hit that shit so greasily.
I’m a dirty dog, I did it sleazily.