B. Picasso - 7 pounds Lyrics

If I lie about keeping it real then you can kill me now
Let's talk to 'em man
You can try close your ears bet you'll hear me now
Talk about about my feelings bet they'll feel me now
If I lie about keeping it real then you can kill me now
I can't lose no b*tch they all just hand me downs
I've been running shit so long I pulled a hammy now
Black Truck to dinner with my family now
Them h*es ain't want me in high school now they all up in my DMs tryna spam me now
She tryna act all classy come around me like she ain't been around
To many cities I been around
I love all my homies 'cause they been around
They just lift my spirits they don't see me frown
You threw me in the ocean and I didn't drown
But sometimes I feel like I'm in that tub in 7 pounds
I just hit the Deli in Paris for lunch and yes it cost me 7 pounds
I know I'm a King I'm humble I don't even wear my Crown
They can't stand me cause I got them figured out
Music video flexing while I'm staring at the camera mount
When I'm with my brothers bring the cameras out
My ex just did me dirty but I can't sit and pout
I can't let nobody put my candle out
Watch out for the hate I don't come near it
Gave that girl my number caught her staring
They say money talks when I'm around you I don't hear it
I'm jumping to new heights and I'm a clear it
Arguing with this b*tch while the Tesla do the steering
I'm big I couldn't fit in the McLaren
So we took the Porsche to run some errands
Purple Label Polo what I'm wearing
She still will tell a lie when she swearing
Man they all the same I can't compare 'em
People be embarrassed about they're past so they lie about it
I'm still having pain from the past but won't cry bout it
I'm a stay a hundred to the code and I'm a die about it
My grandma do not like it when I'm not smiling
First class trip to New York staring at my pilot
She high fashion and high maintenance but got high mileage
Mmm
Praying in the backseat of this wide body
Pray the Blood of Jesus covers my body
Yeah
Yeah