Denzel

This is not one of them stories that end well The cash better equal out We going Denzel I was sure by the intel we would sell Like them boats with them big wheels Lamborghini Gallardo look just like a hot wheel I got eyes, I can spot deals I know how the top feels Came a long way from them oatmeal's Now the coffee is oatmilk I skipped out on dope deals Now the pockets is full with them hundreds But ended as roadkill Reverse it, its Benjamin Button Got a bitch that's in need of reductions I'm skipping my evening lunches to meet for discussion Excuse the sound, that's just the growl of my stomach That's just the sound of the oven I'm hungry, this verse means my tummy is touching Either you hate it, you love it, but you gon' run me my money End of discussion, I seen that nigga in public That nigga was bluffing He said he getting some money, I ain't see that But I did see that boy in the city and damn he was driving a bucket Isn't that funny? I guess he ballin' but he on a budget And this is why I be feeling like Uncle Ruckus when we talking money But with all the work in, shit, ain't nothing lucky Ever since a nigga came up, it was destine like I was a LeToya Luckett Inadvertently killing you niggas body bags getting dragged to the cemetery We will never see eye to eye, and that's why I got your girl in the missionary