Judgment

(It's Holiday Season, bitch) (Haha, what the f—?) (Haha, what the f—?) Huh, brand new Margiela, same color a salmon I done bought that bag for her, ho gon' throw a tantrum Two pounds of gas on me, I smell like the Chevron I done dropped a bag on it, where you think that ass from? Huh, brand new season, not the last one He don't mean it, he just act tough They don't care how long it took to run yo' bag up Damn right, I'm high as hell, that's how I manage But I hope just one more blunt gon' show some answers Even though it's gon' be hard, you gotta man up You too close to that line to throw yo' hands up I'm too damn filthy rich to entertain ya Huh, same kid with the same high I just spent yo' damn crib on a plain watch Bottega frames, we don't see the same sights Two hoes at the same time, I couldn't pick my fave' one But when that day come, we gon' pay the same price You out yo' damn mind, you ever try that back talk I drive this car like I'm beefin' with the asphalt You play my guy, that's some shit that I can't laugh off Huh, brand new season, not the last one He don't mean it, he just act tough They don't care how long it took to run yo' bag up Damn right, I'm high as hell, that's how I manage But I hope just one more blunt gon' show some answers Even though it's gon' be hard, you gotta man up You too close to that line to throw yo' hands up I'm too damn filthy rich to entertain ya Can't get upset, she like me better when I'm passive I'm gon' pass this 'cause I got pounds on top of pounds, uh I'm not past this, but I keep actin' like it's fine When I'm tired of it, you a massive waste of time for me Even though it's gon' be hard, you gotta man up (I couldn't pick my fave') Too close to that line to throw yo' hands up, uh