Felt like Peter Griffin at my Lois (lowest)
Body full of Hi-tech
I see why yo trap the slowest dawg
Ain't nobody finna buy that
I'm the type you front some (shhh)
If it ain't right
Imma bring it right back
Clientele ain't really like that
Can't even put no stamp on it
I'm the type you come up short
Let's go to Publix spend some yamps on it
Imma get money nigga
By any means til the Death of me
I remember I was broke
Nd I remember who was there for me
Seen granny on life support
Nd all them tubes made me scared for her
I know how it feel to lose
Everybody who really cared for ya
Don't try to play me like no fool
Nd I won't never put my hands on ya
If u ever break the rules
Will be the day I have to stand on it
These some thousand dollar shoes
Catching flights
Walking through the airport
Hop in a foreign car
No key this a push to start
I remember Pat and Turner
Hit the block
Walked some miles wit em
Took a couple Ls that set me back
Like Kawhi Leonard
Fresh as hell late nights inda trap
But ion take No Pictures