Letras
Too much racks, it's unrealistic
I stay wit digits, statistics
1 million, that's the wish list
50k, then my wrist lit
I can't be flexing fake shit
Cause that's just money wasted
The real real leather
Tasted it
My girl in louis
Waisted it
And Louis V, my laces yea
I'm counting up more faces yeah
No wonder why they hate us
Cause I can't be no basics, yeah
I'm in the court like Asics now
I'm pouring ace of spade, that's out
Got dead brothers
This ain't for clout
I helped him stuff it in the couch
I told him try to make it out
The gun go off and then bled out
50k in red amount
Don't ask about my bank account
I've been declined
But I cash out
And I ain't signed
But I can't doubt
Hit from behind
Give me a shout
They taking testers
Send em out
That's just what
Made the guns come out
Keep it real
And watch who pout
Same ones will hate and go doubt
With confidence
Without a doubt
Tell em no please
Speak out they mouth
I'm in the north, west, east and south
And I've been saving for a house
Stay with the cheese
But you the mouse
Ya I got runners send em out
Quarantine
I ain't run out
In the trap but got shut down
Montague
Go check it out
Bands is what I'm seeking now
I remember tweaking out
Was Snorting lines
Still geeking out
I ain't know what sleep about
But I found me some reasons now
Don't wanna see you bleeding out
I have facts to read aloud
Feel ain't used to be allowed
Held me in but now I'm out