[ Featuring Miles ]
Bling Bling Bling you know I can't even sing
I don't do rap shit man that shit is underrated
I don't where dickies I wear Pants
I don't even know where my problem begins
If we got beef we got a problem to begin, a problem begins
Late nights in my bed yeah tossing and turning
Driving my car feels like a foreign
Bitch, I need some new all my shit is so foreign
Bitch, I got a new car its a foreign
Me and Adam V he got the jeans
Followed my wave like Charlie Stacy
Bitch that little Charlie he looks like Macy
F*ck supreme that shit ain't cheap
F*ck that hype shit I'm still a beast
I always like my feast
I know you couldn't know if I go harder than your flow
But my raps can't get more dead the deceased
I don't wear pants I wear dickies
All these kids rapping is so shitty
Hitting fifty
Raps hitting you harder than grenades
Can't believe my raps getting me paid
Been rhyming for some days
There's only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes a man can play
So when Adam V gets behind the boards
I'll be dropping more records then you could afford
I used to just chill and try and get around
Now I cruise and straight run this town
Don't look back in anger and end up an oasis
Just pop in the aux in the car and rock and play this
Saturday night but stay throwing it back
It's still Adam and your son Mr whack
I am a high key guy but my tempo is clean
Spitting platinum hits like you never ever seen
What are you gonna do to me I'm living in a free world with my amigos and my girl
And I got more sweatshirt than earl
I still can't tray flip
Break up with your girl, it ended in tears
Vincent Van Gogh go mail that ear
I'm like John Lennon cause I live to imagine
Walk up to yo girl and them titties be sagging
I can't help my feelings I go out my mind
Got a calculator watch its giving me the time
So I leave you this, my first line of today
Stay making records and namaste
