| Vince up on my tags, stay relaxed in knitted rags
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| My house is covered in Neiman bags, find me posted in the gash
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| With the lights off
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| Used to smoke that shit that’s smells just like Lysol
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| I never liked y’all
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| So I stay in my house, plottin' up on my couch
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| Don’t open up my mouth 'til I make sure the check don’t bounce
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| See when we steppin' out, don’t need no weapons out
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| I used to get left out, now I don’t need no extra clout
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| You and yours so extra’d out, that’s way too much you doin'
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| It’s way too far, you reach you better stretch before you pull it
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| Never see me out, I’m on a private route
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| Still hop the fences on the nights we used to hide it out
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| Now I just do me and they so quick to go and write it down
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| You can do the things I do but never be who I am now
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| In this bitch forever, 42 carats in my sweater
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| I’m ready, we set the bar like it’s heavy
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| Then go like Richard Petty
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| Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
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| I see the same faces, I see the same names
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| Every time I turn around, I see the same thing
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| I see the same faces, I see the same names |