Lyrics

Death to any duplicate, we bringing back the 1 on 1's Grinding through 100 moons and shine like 100 suns A phoenix in my flight apparel, flame is what I come from Serving new cuisines while they hope my light dim some Sorry to break it to you, my being's so fluorescent I never met a school in my presence, presence a lesson While clout chasers is pressing, tryna get their 15's I been sharpening my skills and my 16's Make the type of art that'll outshine the Sistine No church services, my verses they be potent still A banger on the beat, man I swear it's such a potent feel Like hits from Holyfield or jabs from Jones Jr. Dancing against the ropes, I'm just going through em Bury my influence, growing up the movement put a lot into it Mind be gone I'm too hazed This one go like 2 ways They watch me like Blu Ray You want me now, you too late Fuck the Ghost, she like "What happened to you?" It's a new day When I speak, it's colorful, they get the picture, Kool-Aid A 9, a 10, two 8's Bad hoes, who they Perrier, juet Damier, Ksubis Salmon with pappardelle pasta, what's the shit that you ate Hopped put the Honda, strapped in public like I'm out in Kuwait Plus she like what you got on, I'm like "Oh, this? This just some Gucci" Chef ain't wearing gloves, that's how you know it's real sushi Valentino fleeky, but I'm cute when I'm in Stussy I just met a bad bitch, a bad bitch introduced me Rest in peace to Biggie still let it rock to Juicy FaceTime with a skinny girl, remind me of Karrueche Really riding foreign, but nah this ain't no Suzuki Money chase be calling me, I'm itchin like Pookie, 'Go baby Damn, I love lasagna At least I'm movin like it Sic them wolves on you, I ain't fussin nor I'm fighting Drip feed my ficus My wit? So enticing How you know I'm with the mob? Oh, you must be psychic Me and Banger got telepathy Blowing presidential, keep Suzukis with the weaponry 'Nago be the legacy Niggas barely building what we building for they children And you know that jealousy gon lead to leprosy Fall off, nasty Don't touch my sheets No sweat like Keith New girl so classy Sneaky, Tom Clancy Put her ass in the streets Money fast like Maxi No taxes like priests Cosigning for a car, only been fucking her for a week Niggas acting all Hollywood 'til I pull up and they speak I ain't playing bout the bag, nigga, I be playing Ride N Go Seek Put my team on my back and it's all full, Vonta Leach, ugh
Writer(s): Sean Jenkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out