Summer ′15 I was eatin' sleep for dinner
Now I straight fuck on the fender
Talk to a lot of pretenders who messin′ with me because I'm a contenderThey chewin' the fat and I want it to render
I don′t know how to surrender
I post in the lab on a lyrical bender
I got to the bag, all my chains super slender
The Louis V crossbody bag on me slender
In theory they fit, but in practice
The rest of the racks, had to stash it
The heat give me powers, I set it on cactus
Goyard the trunks like I′m Patrick
Forgin' the flow and I feel like a blacksmith
Forgis the feet on the wagon
G63 on the back and I stood on the rival
Unless I′m approached with a backhand
Digital dash of a Hellcat
Ironic 'cause it ain′t no keys
I roll down the window for Miami breeze
I'm on Ocean Drive, on a mission for steez
Soakin′ and sunnin' the deco
The Bape on my back kinda look like a gecko
I turned down the 'verb ′cause I don′t like the echo
Maison Margielas, I lace 'em with nettles
Put lead in the soul and I press on the pedal
They wanna mess with the cash in my schedule
I′m wishin' they would, like an evil Gepetto
Flowers and diamonds, they straight from the meadow
They frolic and flash when the sun hit the bezzle
Throw it until my rotation is several
Put bread on the ice, like a New Jersey Devil
Learn to excel under pressure
I get it and more with my back on the wall
Niggas DM′in' me askin′ 'bout features
Won't open ′em unless a stack is involved
I cut a deal if the nigga is raw
Otherwise I got a tax on it all
The shit that I′m wearin', you probably ain′t saw
The plug got me fitted from ankle to jaw, huh
Waterproof cam for the flicks
Can't use a Fuji to capture the Fiji
Woadie come check on the tape
He ask if I′m good, I say everything peachy
Veni, then Vidi, the Vici, the venison on me is raw in the middle
Back on the grill for a little
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