Lyrics

Look I'm outta state getting lotta cake A lot of flavors and a lot of taste Some food on a plate so better eat Fill up the tank cause its on letter E Last Ride to a Pedigree No I'm not focused on jealousy I'm just spending more time on legacy Longevity... build equity The grind and money sold separately You want a hand out desperately I need to update my weaponry These fringes on me look heavenly My punchlines comes steadily You have abomination heresy Don't be mocking me... your hypocrisy is not worth your apology This is why you are not with me You still dabble in idolatry Would you rather have a super market Or keep shopping at Dollar Tree The truth doesn't hurt bodily I just need to give you this policy Damn easy you getting deep Most times I barely speak I drop some bars and they like sheesh I'm about to fry it now where's the grease Grasshoppers in your Papa's pasta Not a rudeboi but my locs is rosta Knock you out with a soccer bopper Ice cream needs a final topper This is serious Black no Harry Potter I need some deals then I'm hit the shoppers Lil kids playing cops and robbers Like Instagram I got trolls Stay in the hood like pot holes You spoiled rollen snot nose (AYO I GOT BARS TOO) Yeah you got bars but it's not those
Writer(s): Kyle Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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