These niggas an bitches
Is really tripping
Just looking for bands
They can’t stay out they feelings
This fly shit , run in my bloodline
Speaking on royal bloodline
Multiple
Kingpins , Divas and Stars
I witnessed it frontline
Lanvin my shoe
So our feet not the same
Tom Ford my eyes
Now my view now done changed
Could be the Codiene
Affected my brain
Dealt with the struggle
An dealt the shit
An it numbed all my pain
Ss python now
It cover the brain
Yhrl shit
Ain’t shit you can tell us
Grew up rebellious
That’s why
It’s fuck them forever
Humble ways
Brung Picasso Bottoms
Abundant bands
Keep my hands counting
I’m fluent an ain’t no stopping
Them days on the 4 to the 6
Taught me how to turn 50s to bricks
Take all these trips
Kuz now that I’m rich
I am not a rapper baby
You got to believe
I can recall how I caught my case
I was counting on the phone talking to sweez
Ain’t have a lot
But I knew how to get it
Consistent straight summers
No cap yeah I did it
Got locked an I lost it all
Seen the real come out
Who I thought were my dawgs
Fake love from these broads
Shoot for the moon
But I aim for the stars
Gave her back to the streets
Wouldn’t no refund on that
Took a load to the trap
An did a Rerun on that
Swig on MacCallen
To smooth the pace
Gary cigars
Just to admire the taste
Big money shit
I’m gone talk mines
Couldn’t brag bout a brick
Til I bought mines
Went from a dud
To whippin a Benz
Fucked it all up
An I did it again
Then came schooly
I did it again
They stuck on them days
I was cracked in shit
Guess Kuz round then
I was smashing shit
Then glowed up
Got on my trapping shit
I was fucking they hoes
They was trying to find where I live
Guess them foreign
Had em mad as shit
Trap money dope money
I got it all on me
Fetanyhl residue got it all on me
Came from the bottom
Spent a dime wit the plug
He threw 500 shoutout to the homie
Designer walking wit it on me
Bitch I got bands
I can never be lonely
My brothers my bloodas
My felons my fam
We ran it up
So we play wit them grams
Shot a movie at rumors
An bitch we went ham
She do tricks
When she hop in that foreign
Start swallowing nut
Kuz I told her she boring
She think I’m the truth
I hear what she saying
I agree wit it too
Half of slab
It took me straight
Thru the roof
Same 500 an bought me coupe
Thom Browne ,Tom Ford an Fendi
Designer my fashion
Wit designer drugs in me
Is really tripping
Just looking for bands
They can’t stay out they feelings
This fly shit , run in my bloodline
Speaking on royal bloodline
Multiple
Kingpins , Divas and Stars
I witnessed it frontline
Lanvin my shoe
So our feet not the same
Tom Ford my eyes
Now my view now done changed
Could be the Codiene
Affected my brain
Dealt with the struggle
An dealt the shit
An it numbed all my pain
Ss python now
It cover the brain
Yhrl shit
Ain’t shit you can tell us
Grew up rebellious
That’s why
It’s fuck them forever
Humble ways
Brung Picasso Bottoms
Abundant bands
Keep my hands counting
I’m fluent an ain’t no stopping
Them days on the 4 to the 6
Taught me how to turn 50s to bricks
Take all these trips
Kuz now that I’m rich
I am not a rapper baby
You got to believe
I can recall how I caught my case
I was counting on the phone talking to sweez
Ain’t have a lot
But I knew how to get it
Consistent straight summers
No cap yeah I did it
Got locked an I lost it all
Seen the real come out
Who I thought were my dawgs
Fake love from these broads
Shoot for the moon
But I aim for the stars
Gave her back to the streets
Wouldn’t no refund on that
Took a load to the trap
An did a Rerun on that
Swig on MacCallen
To smooth the pace
Gary cigars
Just to admire the taste
Big money shit
I’m gone talk mines
Couldn’t brag bout a brick
Til I bought mines
Went from a dud
To whippin a Benz
Fucked it all up
An I did it again
Then came schooly
I did it again
They stuck on them days
I was cracked in shit
Guess Kuz round then
I was smashing shit
Then glowed up
Got on my trapping shit
I was fucking they hoes
They was trying to find where I live
Guess them foreign
Had em mad as shit
Trap money dope money
I got it all on me
Fetanyhl residue got it all on me
Came from the bottom
Spent a dime wit the plug
He threw 500 shoutout to the homie
Designer walking wit it on me
Bitch I got bands
I can never be lonely
My brothers my bloodas
My felons my fam
We ran it up
So we play wit them grams
Shot a movie at rumors
An bitch we went ham
She do tricks
When she hop in that foreign
Start swallowing nut
Kuz I told her she boring
She think I’m the truth
I hear what she saying
I agree wit it too
Half of slab
It took me straight
Thru the roof
Same 500 an bought me coupe
Thom Browne ,Tom Ford an Fendi
Designer my fashion
Wit designer drugs in me
( Yhrl Rich )
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