Lyrics
Monk
Private brunch in the car park
Close ya mouth
Watch ya spouse
When a boss talk
Penthouse view Can't see me but I see you
Keep it coo
Or her destined to see a ICU
Who knew
A young nigga like D would see the sky so blue
I do
Trusted the vision made that shit come true
Hachew blessin the beat
She's my muse
To help me
Spit sweet concrete for the streets
Defeat never
The boy to clever
I ain't rude I'm rhude
It's stitched on my sweater
Probably went over ya head
Wakin up to breakfast In bed
Ya bitch ate the sausage
Baby I'm fuckin flawless,
I feel like puffy son let's make a band
Give the drummer son
Case these niggas tryna bite a helpin hand
Put the ankle lock on Uncle Sam
Fuck a bitch in foreign lands
Then tell we just fuckin friends
I tried
At least I did that
I let go & let God
Keepin up with yo emotions is a full time job
& ion work for no man
Damn sho no woman
I ain't no ham
You and ya man Clap from the stands
Im in the field
Carrots on my face
Givenchy scarf like a snowman
Hand to hand grams
Move like a god
Crossed over past the park like I'm sham
Feel like thanos wit all these gems on my hands
They say it's goin to my head
If so Ima keep it Pippin I'm goin NBA JAM
If you can't feel me then scram
I peep that energy baby
It's nothing personal for real
You not my enemy baby
You just livin in a anemone
I am not regular citizen baby
What don't you understand
Don't know her name
But I got her one leg up on cam like I'm cam
But she ain't my only fan