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Look, I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)

Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)

I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)

Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, brr)

Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)

I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)

I swear Paris will be prayed for (Ayy, yo)

I'm rockin' old Nashes, on the runway in my coke fashion

Anybody move, we toe-taggin'

(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

My 327's was blessings, leather Vuitton vests

Keep a loaded firearm in Mercedes armrests, Lord stressin' (Skrrt)

.22 with grays, .25 left in the cage

I told him hold your head, it's worse in a grave

I threw coke in the pot, watched it bloom residue and consume

He started wavin', had a lighter and dope spoon

A nigga try to kill you for your recipe

My shooter nasal drip flowin' heavily, duckin' my third felony (Ah)

Take your shine, two for five, me and mines

Runnin' from suit and ties, you say you the flyest, then who am I?

Balenciaga with the heel, lemonade a popular drink still

VLONE jean jacket rockin', so be real (Ah)

Over pots, I'm too exquisite

On the dancefloor tryna finger fuck on every visit

Some niggas'll never risk it

Hoppin' in BMs, I'm proud of my position (Skrrt)

They never had a pot to piss in

Body parts on Cavalli dishes

On Mulholland in the drop Porsche wildin', my loafers crocodile

Stylin', I be havin' greater visions (Ah)

You can tell by the way I whip it

You gettin' money, then the haters with it

It ain't dry, I told 'em wait a minute (Ah)

Praise both for the way I did it

I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)

Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)

I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)

Don C, Nigo in the same row, ayy (The same row)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload, Badmon)

Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a model now, baby

Got the face for it, ayy (Face for it, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

I'm from an era of hard knocks and quiet storms (Shh)

Rap songs about crack rocks and firearms (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

In the stash spot on some Money Mitch shit (Woo)

Adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit (Yeah)

It's your life, you can choose to risk it if you wanna

These niggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana

I used to get kicked out of class just for my aroma

I went to school high, forgot to pick up my diploma (I was high)

That's way back when we used to cypher Arizonas (Uh-huh)

Now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with Puff and Hova (Facts, woo, woo)

We bendin' corners in the six-deuce

Talk about last night's 10,000 dollar

Bottles of Pétrus, sip it like it's juice, homie

How could I lose?

The shit that these fools'll do to be in my shoes

I'm done playin' by rules

Learned from OGs, I'm retirin' the jewels

Everything is plain jane, different day, the same thing

I mean, it's usual

Everything that's new to you be the type of shit I'm used to

I could give a fuck about the hater shit, I'm used to it

If it's fuck me, then know the feeling is mutual (Bitch)

I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)

Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (It's young Bada$$, ankles)

I'm in them places that you can't go

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, that you can't go)

Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)

Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)

I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

If you feelin' good

Then everybody say yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Feelin' good)

Yeah, yeah (I'm on my Gunn shit)

Bitch, I'm all that, all that, Kenan, Kel (Kel)

When I walk in, niggas ring the, ring the bells (Bells)

Roses at my feet, niggas kneel, bitches yell

Glitter on my neck match the glitter on my fingernails (Ayy, yo)

Niggas always got something to say, well fuck 'em

Same guys was mighty 'til they got to duckin'

We got the pucks and we chuckin'

They playin' chicken, we cluckin'

I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers

Niggas trash and we dumpin' (Uh), I been rappin' and fuckin' (Yup)

He 6'5, I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco (Dance)

This car came with a driver, I'm in the back playin' "Frontin'"

I ain't cryin', the wind is flyin', stop makin' assumptions

I ain't lyin' or nothin'

Yes, I'm is, I'm so happy

I turned nothin' to somethin', skin glowin', my hair nappy

My health good, my mama good, my niggas too

And they only wanna have good times like Josh Safdie

We eat good, long way from Maccas burgers

Long way from that metro bus taxi service

Long way, loco gangs tried to taxidermy (Where you from, nigga?)

We would run until our motherfuckin' backs was burnin', uh

But anyway, the shorts short and the socks high

And the emeralds shinin', them GQs and them pot pies (Bling)

And I spy with my private eye that you tried

You cannot pull this look off, nigga, you're not I

I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)

Unreleased Off-White to the ankles, ayy (Ankles)

I'm in them places that you can't go (That you can't go)

Don C, Nigo, in the same row, ayy (The same row)

I swear Paris will be prayed for

I need Casablanca by the caseload (Caseload)

Silks with the oranges and the mangoes (Mangoes)

I'm a model now, baby, got the face for it, ayy (Face for it)

I swear Paris will be prayed for (Prayed for)