Lyrics: Vince
Music: Vince
Arranger: Vince
Back when lowkey chanting **** 2020.
But it's been a hard couple of months in the latter 21.
When I was crawling back from what I thought was my finale.
Wonder what was come around, with cyclops Morty.
What's so dread on lifestyle got in with her that it pertains.
Cannot just shed a tear on whatsoever cannot pretend.
No haze on big ol' chad to sneak in, cab them back in the zone.
Got iced out neck so blinky better have her VVS stones.
Was it 24 the year you made it for round three.
Took me many more to demarcate from want and need.
Wake up on eleven, quarantine with peach n crib.
Glad you figure it out with such an ease.
How do I start, cuz you know shit I would say. If I said it, I said it on spot.
I got ozone, I hardly recall how to take all the noise and the hiss off garage.
Shoutout miss Lee, gotta get tea from southeast in hand, she nailed the beat off the top.
Forty- five weeks, what's all the pushing p did if the808 didn' t get dropped.
Trait to the clique, we got no drip of identity, you be the reason we bond.
Naturally neat, ain't no tag no need receipt, Gucci bag might just put on.
Two- door to seize, hit the gas, wait no don't need it, press ignite to left the ground.
Gorge on that cheese, couple tens G's every week, guapped up the payroll it comes.
What's so dread on lifestyle got in with her that it pertains.
Cannot just shed a tear on whatsoever cannot pretend.
No haze on big ol' chad to sneak in, cab them back in the zone.
Got iced out neck so blinky better have her VVS stones.
Was it 24 the year you made it for round three.
Took me many more to demarcate from want and need.
Wake up on eleven, quarantine with peach n crib.
Glad you figure it out with such an ease.