Letras
I hate I gotta talk to these niggas pardon my outburst
They really don't believe you like that I know that doubt hurts
Seen niggas join the game down bad and still come out worse
Man how the fuck you put money second and go for clout first
Designer shit when she doing house work
But her be clothes off every time I see her
She said she live in the outskirts
I'm really floating over these niggas I'm bout to crowd surf
I guess they really couldn't give me my flowers without dirt
No hope about it
You ain't in my plans if we ain't spoke about it
Whoever at the top spot now I'm bout to rope them out it
Might seduce the love of your life and make a joke about it
Skipped my last therapy session and had a smoke about it
Cause I ain't tryna stay that stressed
Said I'm the one when niggas said I couldn't say that yet
I mix the De La Soul dunks with the Stray Rats sweats
If they think they fucking with me I'ma take that bet
These niggas ain't that fresh
I'm still chillin in the cellophane
They throw subliminals and then yell I never said his name
Hella lame
I wish I fell in love with a better game
There's some shit I'll just never get over I got forever pain
Saint
Somebody found a dead body in the open trunk
Loaded pump
Left his cap red you thought he voted Trump
I'm from the kind of city where
You only gotta be told shit once
Golden fronts
You only take them out to eat
And roll the blunt
Nothing changed except everything
I went to buy a couple chains
And I said fuck the change and kept everything
But enough about the petty things
I've invested heavy skin
I've been backstabbed and lost plenty friends
While ya'll was chasing every trend
I was doing then what ya'll be doing now
And rocking beats with no drums
Before it turned into a style
But shit don't really matter if you can't move a crowd
A lot of rap royalty got spoiled teeth
And we gotta start removing crowns
No Drama Llama and some Palma Dutches
AKA just name the strain whenever you run out of substance
Or talk about the hoes you fucked
And how your product jumping
What's funny is we all guilty
But fuck it I guess you gotta love it
Wassup