4PM IN PARIS

Digital Dav

They said I went Hollywood on em, nah I went Paris

Got bread and the shine, came with baguetties

Top shotta I can turn that boy into spaghetti

I’m the Don Dada, stepping on they neck in Balenci

I pop the collar, top Prada

I’m my city’s Top product, come from nada

Now the soles red bottom, taking pics like I’m Bloody

No obituary, just bury me in Burberry

Runway stepped on

Margiela trench on

Dripping high fashion

Now that runway drenched on

Bonjour merci, know I had to get my French on

Paris fashion week, so I had to get my fresh on

1 of 1 vêtement, flossin’ on em teflon

Front row seats, paparazzi put the lens on me

All week I was searchin for the Sprouse LV

Then I missed my flight , c’est la vie

I used to mop floors at the Chick-fil-A

Now it’s top floor dinner eating fish fillet

Money calling brrr brrr

Speed dial pullin up like Triple A

And I’m smoking on shhhh..

Smoking on burritos roll it fat like Chipotle

Ride around in a big body

I told the chauffeur stop by Rue Saint-Honoré

I’m the 1, not the 2

Like Hov said I’m supposed to be locked up too

Got back stabbed, you would be fucked up too

Had to lay low then I bossed up on you

Juggin pounds overseas then I caught a heavy case

Rats giving clues for the police to trace

Cops kicked the door down raided my place

I couldn’t even look my momma in her face

You can’t live this life

Ain't coming back twice

Yesterday's price

Ain't today's price

Always on a mission

Know I got my eyes on the prize

Cuz back then all there was to eat

Was beans and rice

Come from ramen noodles, now it’s Michelin dishes

Now I’m up in Eiffel Tower and I’m taking the pictures

East to the West, I’m connecting the bridges

This my humble story turning rags to the riches