The plane's on the way, clear the runway and the lanes, ho Trade keep it real, I ain't nowhere near lame-o My flow on point, you can tell from the lingoĬhristmas sack of trees, yeah I'm smoking Kris Kringleīlue cheese, sour deez and the kush tastes mango Say I'm one of the best and I ain't never dropped a single Got it in a chokehold, it's more like a strangle Jet set, we here, hitting the game from all angles This purp is so sticky, it's getting stuck to my fingers I don't pay 'em no attention, I keep on twisting up Hating on the planes every time my name gets mentioned Niggas claim they G, but they starting to look suspicious Surrounded by these bitches, I'm far from fictitious Money on my mind, the bank account getting thickerīlowing out of pounds, cases of the liquor I'm just playing my position, posted like a center So it's fuck you pay me, I've been ranned out of favors Paper take patience, and I'm still waiting Practice make perfect, perfect make paper Purple haze give me lazy eyes like McGradyĪnd that's on everything that 31st raised meĪnd that's on everything, got Adidas in all flavors The niggas turn flaky, bitches turn shadyīut no more gray days, I waved goodbye to Macy My favorite color was green, like money, since a baby Mama sat me down and told me all about the 80s Now they telling all of those DJ's to play me One not in front the house don't mean I'm goneĪnd I stayed on my job when them niggas got lazyĪnd look how I changed them hood hoes to ladiesĪnd look how I turned them hoopties to MercedesĪnd I admit, to quit shooting ball was kinda crazyīut I was too focused on getting bread, pay me
Yeah, hold on, let me find something to roll up onīaby girl hold on, let me find something to roll up on Spitta in your city homie, send them hoes through Shit bound to get all messed up and that's so messed upįresh cut, word to Gucci, man photo shoot Homie mad talking about boy when I catch up Heard about that Spitta stroke and she wan' be next up The girl eyes wandering she wan' know if that's us Gotta have 'em more than Caine-Loc needed them Daytons Kill these beats, humane fashion, painlessĬellphone my bids to auctions, cop paintings
Haters caught vapor, inhaling the anguish A yard for my dogs, a crib for my main bitch
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