Ungrateful
Sincerest Don
GENRE
It's still time to take over the summer by the way
[Verse 1]
I ain't never know no better
Smooth as my name in cursive letters
Piece like she straight from Coachella
In any weather, put niggas in trips
Lennox was cool till I made enough to hit Phipps
And For the blitz, I keep the blitz pick-up
Niggas stop moving together, just too many hiccups
And they still can't miss us
Especially the Sinner
Broads get slim fast just like they came up out the blender
Niggas be there to hindеr, my pace been Johnathan Bender, or Bеn Simmons if up Philly
We just trust the process, Imma chase this money if the gun go off or not
Fuck a contest
(Interlude)
Let's be honest
So look
And you know I wouldn't be honest if all I ever had was Katana's
Because I be on the sneak running through ya baby mamas, and the shit be on my conscious
On the low though, on the low, but back up on this lawn this paper, this dinero
It be facetime calling me... I hear the echoes
[Verse 2]
Still wake up to a model
One backwood left, corner up in my henny bottle
Can't remember last night, shit
Once we left the Waffle
Another day, another play, this a hustlers ghetto gospel
Niggas showing blitz, so I'm Brady on the sticks
No offense, but if you in my zone, that shit is getting picked
I rather cool it in the Stu, I let you niggas have the vips
Until they paying me for walk throughs, or to talk my shit
Hit the bank, no more licks, no more 200 for a zip
All my old bitches pregnant, legging, a couple on they shit
Personnel from dark chocolate to caramel
Anyways, I rather make me and money parallel
Nah forreal, being broke ain't the move, Niggas too relaxed
I let my tool be the muse
Trap blessing, but I ain't talking like
On the outside of the game, addicted like Badu
[Verse 1]
I ain't never know no better
Smooth as my name in cursive letters
Piece like she straight from Coachella
In any weather, put niggas in trips
Lennox was cool till I made enough to hit Phipps
And For the blitz, I keep the blitz pick-up
Niggas stop moving together, just too many hiccups
And they still can't miss us
Especially the Sinner
Broads get slim fast just like they came up out the blender
Niggas be there to hindеr, my pace been Johnathan Bender, or Bеn Simmons if up Philly
We just trust the process, Imma chase this money if the gun go off or not
Fuck a contest
(Interlude)
Let's be honest
So look
And you know I wouldn't be honest if all I ever had was Katana's
Because I be on the sneak running through ya baby mamas, and the shit be on my conscious
On the low though, on the low, but back up on this lawn this paper, this dinero
It be facetime calling me... I hear the echoes
[Verse 2]
Still wake up to a model
One backwood left, corner up in my henny bottle
Can't remember last night, shit
Once we left the Waffle
Another day, another play, this a hustlers ghetto gospel
Niggas showing blitz, so I'm Brady on the sticks
No offense, but if you in my zone, that shit is getting picked
I rather cool it in the Stu, I let you niggas have the vips
Until they paying me for walk throughs, or to talk my shit
Hit the bank, no more licks, no more 200 for a zip
All my old bitches pregnant, legging, a couple on they shit
Personnel from dark chocolate to caramel
Anyways, I rather make me and money parallel
Nah forreal, being broke ain't the move, Niggas too relaxed
I let my tool be the muse
Trap blessing, but I ain't talking like
On the outside of the game, addicted like Badu
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