First things first I like to start with this shirt
When I throw that gear on that makes the ladies smirk
I'm that jerk that let you know if your shoe is leaning
And your hat don't match what's the reason
V be peeving when it's time for dressing
If that shit don't match change the selection
You can call me bitch for rapping bout wardrobe
But when V looks sharp your chick come out her clothes
When V throw them darts your chick moan and cum in her robe
Bumping V in her headphones while she bone you
Point should be taken dress for the occasion
Razor sharp for them gazing stargazers
Mostly for self and your own flavor
Savor it socks kicks mix match your favorites
Layer it jeans t-shirt and a button-down
You gotta look sharp when you going out for a night on the town
If you look sharp you feel sharp feel sharp go far
Raise the bar there in limbo no harm
I farm dope fits keep it legit
Equipped with feel good threads from a seamstress
I mean this clothes don't make the man a genius
The man make the clothes seem seamless
They stress when you hold what they don't have
They want to hold your head in a bag bloody rags
Cause they know I'm worth a billion
But barely have a thousand after bills and the children
So I stay building grilling ways to stack bills to the ceiling
Without drug dealing or stealing
Or selling a soul for a deal when
Indies on and popping unlock doors cause now we know locksmiths
Yo Zaahir let's show them how they're dipped in smarts
And can wear no name gear and still be sharp