Kev Sinatra

I know they watching close, trynna match the flow I'm under scrutiny I tell a bitch be grateful she could breathe in the same air as me Im quick to drop a bag on a nigga these racks too heavy to carry And quick to chuck a bitch the deuces like McCaffrey No new additions to the clique, you niggas couldn't stand the rain She told cum inside her I'm like hold up wait Come again I keep a stick to keep them hating niggas off me like a stain Before she leave the crib I gotta check her bag, like she boarding planes Presidential suites they think Milly run a campaign They say the body is a temple, put lean in my house of pain For the bread, them niggas switching up going against the grain Booted up like a ankle sprain Lost a dime I dont carry change I do this shit for all the nights my momma had to do without All my life I was a zero now its plenty in my account Told Mr. Val reroute can't risk a bitch trailing me to my house Don't do the word of mouth That chopper got a stutter, get your name pronounced She gone fuck my nigga cause he 5 star we ain't keeping count We be seeing right through these bitches, seeing through like ultrasounds We know she get around, what's a king without his fucking crown Stuck to the grind I'm back on my shit I'm better this time around