Lyrics
An I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck with you niggas
Believe that
Yea
I hear em making they statements won't get a comment back
Hatin, waiting, ain't no debating ain't got no time for that
Said I would went out and did it I put my mind to that
Pick n choose like to play favorite bitch I ain't blind to that
Been out here in motion since huffy schwinns and them diamondbacks
Body kitted look like I built the shit for a time attack
Never perfect got me some scars and I ain't hiding that
Ridin filthy young n im guilty im only tryna stack
Bitch I wanna ball ain't tryna maintain
Dont wanna win it get out the damn game
Couldn't play it fair that's when penalty's and them flags came
Blinded by the pussy then jewelry trips and them bags came
Fuckin gave her nothin you givin the bitch ya last name
Ain't got no enemies cuz as a man they ain't a threat
Venting to them hoes when they see me they jus show respect
Couldn't beef wit niggas less we came up or it's bout a check
Everything I earned I had to take ain't no body let
An I might smile and say what's up but I don't fuck wit you niggas
Lord as my witness keepin distance I ain't trustin you niggas
And watch them women they like us mane they be running thru niggas
They thought I walked into my chillin era. but this my villain era
Murder cold Killin era hurt em no feelin era
Find another you but you won't find you one that do it better
Top notch hoes gon get the most an might just get the Lester
Somewhere in shibuya with a plate sushi and the steak
Got a show prolly get there late gotta stop at bape
Killin streaming like it was some tapes back in 98
Had a plan and then I made it shake cake take time to bake
This the time that we gon see a couple tables turn
Stood up on some bridges lit the match and then I let em burn
Been knew how to swim but how to fly is somethin that I learned
Married to the game but don't forget my boy it's just ya turn
Smelling like a leather bag fresh out Chanel
Get to finally see what heavens like fresh outta hell
Work the left the way I do my right I play it well
Had the darkest days and longest nights u couldn't tell
The carbon fiber on the lip is new that's just touch
I hit the pedal take it to a buck she get a rush
you stupid thinking that he satisfied this ain't enough
From my envision haven't seen the cusp we goin up
Ain't a cloud sun in the sky im feelin blessed again
Different taste been gettin fly that ain't what Les be in
my paper straight 2 in the ride they turn lesbians
I played my role stuck to the script but ain't a thespian
A movie but they shot it on film the shit u gotta feel
They seen it but it wasn't in them some shit u gotta steal
The only bronze up on rims I got the top appeal
I'll sell it but it's never on sale I make em shop for real
Shirt unbottomed at the top blowin in the breeze
The roof is gone she movin fast u kno they love to speed
I'm like a legend in the game just ain't make the league
Still went got his money selling out them shows overseas
Pants hemmed up at the bottom, loafers no socks
Everything u see here for real, it ain't no props
Neva eased off of that gas, it ain't no stops
Shit crack audio dope this be the stove top
Writer(s): Lester Matthews Iii
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