They fly presidential.
Their lawyer is lethal.
They have a $100m crib.
They wear $300m watches.
It’s disturbing what they gross.
You are not even close.
You aren’t rich if your friends aren’t.
(They have rich friends FYI).
Their (unborn) grandchildren are already rich.
They can do anything.
Their success can’t be quantified.
They’ve never felt a ceiling their whole life.
They can do anything.
They’re nice, nice, nice, nice, nice.
You’re gonna have to watch them eat.
There isn’t any way to stop their love.
They representing all the hustlers in the world.
They got love for the streets.
They might stay in Soho House.
They might grow out their hair.
Their friends are better than your friends (and richer).
They don’t even have to pretend.
Their friends are gold (and rich). Yours are fools.
They’re trying to free the world.
If you don’t understand, you can’t be their friend.
Watch your mouth when you’re around them.
They know you know about them.
They don’t really do famous.
They’re Malcolm X.
They’ll hit you with the rose gold all Summer.
You know Bey. She don’t need a full name.
They don’t need Photoshop.
They don’t need no voucher.
They’re flawed but perfect.
They’re happy in love.
Fuck you.