My plan of action mixin the pain with the passion
I dip my hand in the stash and pull out a couple of racks I'm probably gon spend it on fashion
Two summers back on random couches where I was crashin I had to ration PB&J on the sandwich
But now I'm back and better than I imagined
87th and Chatham I heard the Harold's is smackin
Pull up to see what's happenin order a couple dragons
Peep the receipt in the bag I'm leavin the scene never lackin
I seat the heat in the back of the G preceding the Wagon
Move smoother than rug from Aladdin the Forgiatos are satin
So busy talkin bout money got fluent in Latin
That's dead language I pen a verse I know how to slang it
Balenci scarf in my dresser cuz I do not know how to hang it
Whole lotta names askin me shit bout the state of my fangs
Currently dry but if she game, I make em wetter than drain
She wanna know if my rapping has made me better at brain
I give her flames she leavin fingernail marks on the frame
I'm not a fan of the fame, that's on the gang
Sidestep it like Dame, hop on stage
Feel epinephrine in vein, I came a long long way from minimum wage
Hood on my back like a venomous snake
If you ain't got me all over ya shuffle it's been a mistake
I'm good off the steak, grew up by the ocean can't swim in no lake
You go through the motions I'm stealin the plays
Look at the Cinnamon Wraith, fit in it like it's a ligament brace
Hard not to smile with this grill in my face
'Preme Louis V collab keep it below stomach
$4.5K pocket watchin niggas flummoxed
If I'm being honest it's real cool but I don't want it
Only time I rock it is to show you how I'm comin
Swear I'm on the Rockets flower set runnin iso
Privy to the rose but I went and copped the white gold
Money counter chirpin got me feelin like a maestro
Christians fake bloody like the shower scene in Psycho
I ain't ate a Popeye's chicken sandwich in a minute
Went and bought some land cuz I'm smarter than you niggas
Copyright my lyrics it's gone cost you if you mimic
Shout out to my lawyer she protecting all my business
Tomahawk steak with my brother at The Langham
Niggas turn to fiends for 16s when I slang em
YSL tees gotta be careful when I hang em
They not wrinkle-free and it's hard to maintain em
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My plan of action mixin the pain with the passion
I dip my hand in the stash and pull out a couple of racks I'm probably gon spend it on fashion
Two summers back on random couches where I was crashin I had to ration PB&J on the sandwich
But now I'm back and better than I imagined
87th and Chatham I heard the Harold's is smackin
Pull up to see what's happenin order a couple dragons
Peep the receipt in the bag I'm leavin the scene never lackin
I seat the heat in the back of the G preceding the Wagon
Move smoother than rug from Aladdin the Forgiatos are satin
So busy talkin bout money got fluent in Latin
That's dead language I pen a verse I know how to slang it
Balenci scarf in my dresser cuz I do not know how to hang it
Whole lotta names askin me shit bout the state of my fangs
Currently dry but if she game, I make em wetter than drain
She wanna know if my rapping has made me better at brain
I give her flames she leavin fingernail marks on the frame
I'm not a fan of the fame, that's on the gang
Sidestep it like Dame, hop on stage
Feel epinephrine in vein, I came a long long way from minimum wage
Hood on my back like a venomous snake
If you ain't got me all over ya shuffle it's been a mistake
I'm good off the steak, grew up by the ocean can't swim in no lake
You go through the motions I'm stealin the plays
Look at the Cinnamon Wraith, fit in it like it's a ligament brace
Hard not to smile with this grill in my face
'Preme Louis V collab keep it below stomach
$4.5K pocket watchin niggas flummoxed
If I'm being honest it's real cool but I don't want it
Only time I rock it is to show you how I'm comin
Swear I'm on the Rockets flower set runnin iso
Privy to the rose but I went and copped the white gold
Money counter chirpin got me feelin like a maestro
Christians fake bloody like the shower scene in Psycho
I ain't ate a Popeye's chicken sandwich in a minute
Went and bought some land cuz I'm smarter than you niggas
Copyright my lyrics it's gone cost you if you mimic
Shout out to my lawyer she protecting all my business
Tomahawk steak with my brother at The Langham
Niggas turn to fiends for 16s when I slang em
YSL tees gotta be careful when I hang em
They not wrinkle-free and it's hard to maintain em
I dip my hand in the stash and pull out a couple of racks I'm probably gon spend it on fashion
Two summers back on random couches where I was crashin I had to ration PB&J on the sandwich
But now I'm back and better than I imagined
87th and Chatham I heard the Harold's is smackin
Pull up to see what's happenin order a couple dragons
Peep the receipt in the bag I'm leavin the scene never lackin
I seat the heat in the back of the G preceding the Wagon
Move smoother than rug from Aladdin the Forgiatos are satin
So busy talkin bout money got fluent in Latin
That's dead language I pen a verse I know how to slang it
Balenci scarf in my dresser cuz I do not know how to hang it
Whole lotta names askin me shit bout the state of my fangs
Currently dry but if she game, I make em wetter than drain
She wanna know if my rapping has made me better at brain
I give her flames she leavin fingernail marks on the frame
I'm not a fan of the fame, that's on the gang
Sidestep it like Dame, hop on stage
Feel epinephrine in vein, I came a long long way from minimum wage
Hood on my back like a venomous snake
If you ain't got me all over ya shuffle it's been a mistake
I'm good off the steak, grew up by the ocean can't swim in no lake
You go through the motions I'm stealin the plays
Look at the Cinnamon Wraith, fit in it like it's a ligament brace
Hard not to smile with this grill in my face
'Preme Louis V collab keep it below stomach
$4.5K pocket watchin niggas flummoxed
If I'm being honest it's real cool but I don't want it
Only time I rock it is to show you how I'm comin
Swear I'm on the Rockets flower set runnin iso
Privy to the rose but I went and copped the white gold
Money counter chirpin got me feelin like a maestro
Christians fake bloody like the shower scene in Psycho
I ain't ate a Popeye's chicken sandwich in a minute
Went and bought some land cuz I'm smarter than you niggas
Copyright my lyrics it's gone cost you if you mimic
Shout out to my lawyer she protecting all my business
Tomahawk steak with my brother at The Langham
Niggas turn to fiends for 16s when I slang em
YSL tees gotta be careful when I hang em
They not wrinkle-free and it's hard to maintain em
Writer: Benjamin Glover
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid