H&M

Businessman I′m the flight in the meeting Sick of East Tennessee, they chicken isn't seasoned I got all the answers, you would think a nigga cheatin Boy, fuck them kids, I don′t give a damn about her fetus Niggas hatin' on me, shit, remember that they hated Jesus Forty hangin' on me just so you can fuckin′ see it Shorty drive me crazy, yeah, she need a CDL Twelve ridin′ on me, I'ma crash fore′ I see a jail I know that she don't wipe her ass good she got a BBL You a rat for that cheese, boy, I bet you Fiend to tell It don′t matter who I'm hangin′ with, just Know we bringin' hell I got the sauce, gang, got the shells, we Like Taco Bell was almost trippin' on the bitch, gang, caught Me before I fell Why your name PC? Cause I got them Perkys in my Cells Long scope, this that shit that killed a Kennedy How you in yo′ duffy, when you sellin′ weed for ten a G If you puttin' mayo on yo′ burger, you my enemy If you askin' for the realest nigga, then they sendin′ me Greed shouldn't even be a sin if you askin′ me I'll steal off on this 8th, ain't no taxin′ me I know he want his bae, she too busy relaxin′ me I need all the loot, nigga, don't try to fracture me could never be the middleman, don′t try to Malcolm me Spittin' too much real, niggas bound to try to caption me My life a movie, you can guess who wrote the script Nope, I ain′t hit the coochie, left a mess up on her the lip Bitch, we fuckin' up the mall and left a mess on every strip I can′t even go outside unless a Wesson on my hip I can't po' no mo, that shit′ll have me rested with a sip Want your life to be like mine, I got a lesson and some tips Damn, Taurus, boy, you right, they outta luck, bro Goin′ out like Adam 22, they some cuckholes Yeah, you on your period, but you can still suck, though I'm really not too curious about her, I duck hoes I′m focused on truckloads of bands comin' in To buy that Bentley in rose gold or maybe just a chain, put a nigga on Frozone The shit I′m rollin' might just fuck up the ozone Hot nigga, leave the house without a fuckin′ coat on You in love with her, but you stuck up in the bro zone Told her that my fingers gettin' tired, turn the rose on They say, damn Jay, you rappin'? yes, bitch, I need a meal I ain′t talkin′ money, I'm a skinny nigga, need a meal Every time I see my grandma, she say, Jay you ate a meal? I say, damn, grandma, I′m just skinny, yes, I ate a meal When I make a mill, I'ma be the same nigga, rockin′ H&M And fuck a chain, nigga, I won't sign a label deal Shit, not a fairytale, patience is a virtue and I learned that very well My cheese up like I got commission with the dairy sales Boy, you stuck up in a cycle like a Ferris wheel Or a carousel, yeah, I got the secret, nigga, I won′t ever tell