ESCAPIIING

Bust down Richard Millie, you know God always got perfect timing

All this ice on me, you would think I'm tryna change the climate

Full of energy, it be hard for me to try and fake being quiet

So I'm puffing on these trees, but I still can't escape my mindset

I stay on my flexing shit, I know y'all sick of me and all these diamonds

Sick of all these haters, man, sometimes I wish I had my own island

Too much on my head, I can't even be alone in silence

So I'm puffing on these trees, but I still can't escape my mindset

Everything just baffles me 'til it becomes reality

I stay off the grid, just so they can never find me

Some days I never even catch myself smiling

Feelings go beside me, I gotta keep grinding

Options, I got options, don't make me choose bitch

Bandit, I'm a bandit, with these blues bitch

Dirty, she did me dirty, cause she a bottle bitch

Wasted, go waste your coin, and play your lotto bitch

I can't hide my emotions, wear them bitches on my sleeve

I'm the, king of my city in these blacked out SUVs

I'ma switch it up and then hop out the Benz with the slime green LEDs

I be flexing all of this cash so she wanna fuck with me now

I just counted 50 bands and put in in her Birkin bag

Now she got stacks

And I got stacks

I keep 'em in my Prada bag

Hand me the cash, I'm on your track

He sent me beats, I sent 'em back

That shit was wack

His music ass

I'm on his ass

Ain't got no streams, go check them stats

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Yes sir)

Bust down Richard Millie, you know God always got perfect timing

All this ice on me, you would think I'm tryna change the climate

Full of energy, it be hard for me to try and fake being quiet

So I'm puffing on these trees, but I still can't escape my mindset

I stay on my flexing shit, I know y'all sick of me and all these diamonds

Sick of all these haters, man, sometimes I wish I had my own island