King David - Persona Lyrics

Yuh ugh alright

Niggas they hate my persona
Bitches they love my aroma
Smoking that gas up that doja
Catch me strapped up like a soldier
Vest on my chest when I ride in a rover
Stepping out clouds cuz I never be sober
New packs in the back white widow blue cheese
Diamonds they shinning whenever I say cheese
Reach in my pocket i pull out the cheese

Know that they hatting I made it this far
Cuz what's in my pocket it makes my pants fall

Glock 45 200 damn racks
Went to the lot cashed in all cash

Pulled off the lot no keys no tags
I know what they want cuz they see my bag

I had to fade away I am they barber
I really made them like I am they father

They talking bout me but it really don't bother
Just look at my neck and my wrist I'm a baller

Dripping in Gucci Louie Fendi Prada
Dolce Gabbana and Louboutin sparkling

Every time I step I'm bleeding im coughing
Off of this gas cuz the gas gets me coughing

Racking up racks in the back where my draws is
Racking up racks till I'm dead in the coffin

Vvs diamonds that's blood money
My double cup is so muddy

Niggas they hate cuz I'm eating so late
Eating with money and money my plate

Never gon fall but they always gon hate
Always gon hate cuz I'm eating that cake

Eat that cake Anna Mae eat that cake
Eat that cake Anna Mae eat that cake

Niggas they hate my persona
Bitches they love my aroma
Smoking that gas up that doja
Catch me strapped up like a soldier
Vest on my chest when I ride in a rover
Stepping out clouds cuz I never be sober
New packs in the back white widow blue cheese
Diamonds they shinning whenever I say cheese
Reach in my pocket i pull out the cheese

Gotta go get it my bag I be flippin
Break it bag it stack it and flip it

Need a 100 thousand turn it to a million
I'm a trap boy make a hundred from a penny

I'm a block boy so I really done did it
Catch me on the block selling 20's and 50's

Don't you hit my phone if it aint bout no business
I aint got time for the hoes I mean business

Tryna make some money with my bros we getting millions
Tryna make some money on the road putting hits in

They don't understand I worked hard just to get this
They don't understand what I did I lived this

Had to grow up couldn't do all that kid shit
Now I'm getting racks big racks big bill shit

For the big boys no toys we drill shit
If you talking stupid come around and get your wig split

Niggas they hate my persona
Bitches they love my aroma
Smoking that gas up that doja
Catch me strapped up like a soldier
Vest on my chest when I ride in a rover
Stepping out clouds cuz I never be sober
New packs in the back white widow blue cheese
Diamonds they shinning whenever I say cheese
Reach in my pocket I pull out the cheese

Niggas they hate my persona
Bitches they love my aroma
Smoking that gas up that doja
Catch me strapped up like a soldier
Vest on my chest when I ride in a rover
Stepping out clouds cuz I never be sober
New packs in the back white widow blue cheese
Diamonds they shinning whenever I say cheese
Reach in my pocket I pull out the cheese