Lyrics: Xyled
Music: Xyled
Arranger: Xyled
Producer:Xyled
Mix & Mastering:Xyled
Look at my s, all black , Look at myself，Real mafia ，who wanna beef
know u r a Loser , I can tell at a glance , I dont care if u r rich the kids
They stuck in the block
I call their bluff
u aint given me guap
dont steal my work
Where yo racks at?
hater tryna fool me around But I'm not stupid
They want me to dead I'm having fun abroad
The God of Wealth I spendin' a lot
When in Rome , 5 star hotel and whip and some b be arranged
couple bands around my wrist
I be ballin' ballin' like yo dreamin'
I treat what u say what u say as a buns
Age of 16, I start makin' cheese and drip and lust and ho and crazy on my own
I've got a rod in my pocket Nobody dares to give me the brush off
hater tryna piss me off
When the going got sticky
i dont might givein' it a shot
I just kill a man
I aint afraid of death
Don't go behind my back
Trust less and less yeah
I wont regret everything I have done
I will put it down and hold it up
I don't even know why I obsessed with nothing
i dont know why u think u know me yeah
When I got inspiration, Nothing can affect me
I always thought I was a genius yeah
Money aint got a hold on me
Give a f bout b
Everything becomes boring
I need more space to unleash and enjoy myself
Look at my s, all black , Look at myself，Real mafia ，who wanna beef
know u r a Loser , I can tell at a glance , I dont care if u r rich the kids
They stuck in the block
I call their bluff
u aint given me guap
dont steal my work
Where yo racks at?
hater tryna fool me around But I'm not stupid
They want me to dead I'm having fun abroad
The God of Wealth I spendin' a lot
When in Rome , 5 star hotel and whip and some b be arranged
couple bands around my wrist
I be ballin' ballin' like yo dreamin'
I treat what u say what u say as a buns
Age of 16, I start makin' cheese and drip and lust and ho and crazy on my own
Emo s aint my gig, aint fallin' 4 jig
Keepin' it real , aint no way i'm gonna dig
Scored myself a sick pad , f with my G's
I know they envy, but I ain't sweatin'
I ain't buyin' into Jesus or the Man upstairs
just trustin' myself, no prayers or cares
Hangin' with my G's, stackin' up racks
Hangin' with my G's,Smokin' prime gas
At this point, I ain't even trippin'
F with my whiskey ,Angel's Envy
I'm double dipping with my chicks, it's outta sight
But I'm so wasted, soaring high as a kite
i'm gone the basement, I'm still feelin' lit.
My vibe's tangled up, Could you feel it
Screw the meds, I don't need 'em
So many racks, but I ain't falling
I aint got time 4 other s
i aint got time 4 u
I'm just living in my zone
I aint sweating u
Better solo if you ain't worth it
I do my dance like carti
I wanna feel some vibes on me
but Nothing show as expensive