Brooks - Suits Lyrics

Uh, Black and white suit pressed so well DBing lifestyle
But receiving all the praise and well wishes in this life now
I'm tryna do the right things, make the most out of this life while
Still doing all the wrong things, make the most of living life wild
They told me put the mic down, and pen down
I'm loving how it panned out, accomplishments and glory always planned out
I'm smiling when I see them reach they hand out
The look of shock is way more satisfying when they see how I expand out
Expanding, the past behind abandoned,
The heads turn at the Louis store, I'll walk in with a band in, my hands and
My feet stepped in some shit that I'm just branding
Regardless of the brand just know the fit will be outstanding
Don't do misunderstandings, your just a stand in
I'm standing out like I'm from Washington, I do commanding
Or do demanding for direct checks, like DC financing
I been romancing, on this life, it's time I take a chance in
I take a chance inside this life, complacent days are over
She look at the map, tell her come place it, where she land I drove her
Need some luck to come places with us, but got no 4 leaf clover
Told em have some patience, maybe one day they can have some closure
Or some exposure where they learn to disregard attention
I understand if you don't get much that it's hard prevention
I'm used to it, there's truth to it, a starred invention
But know that star didn't always shine, call it a scarred redemption
Cut off so many ties the tailor looked disgusted, but he'll still tailor make 10 suits
Talk shit inside them look like Harvey Specter
I show up when I want, you show up and they don't expect ya
Indebted to the ones above you and it looks like I'm the debt collector
Respect ya? They told me that respect a two way street
But there's a difference cause you driving and I'm sitting backseat
Chauffeuring occurring gon be at least like two days a week
And when I'm elderly I guarantee they treat me antique
Won't treat me with pity, still head of committee
I can be flexible, I tell em no Chris Wallace, no Biggie
I want a Dafne Keen, a lady who just embodies pretty
And I'm the hottest out, forever put it on for my city
Nigga what up, yeah nigga what up