Snow Aal£gra
Crusty lips talking with your ashy hands not my tee
In it till' i die feed my fam im an OG Tripple my worth everytime i put a project out
Embrace my coockyness im like Floyd talking with my chest
I'm up next there's no doubt cruzing to the top
Getting head sunrise it's cordial if you're from the block
Snoh Aalegra hit me up cuz i need a feature
I'm like nas disrespect me ima go either
You're in a toyota acting like big meech
We see through your linse only the bottom's what you're going reach
Fuck a teacher preaching bout wealth
And living in a one bedroom apartment
Homie stop it
Put some cocoa butter on drink some vitamints
You hang with stupid cats you get dumb that is common sense
I finger fucked her lowkey in the restaurant
Called a cab got home and now we're fucking all night
Drink some H2O and get back at it Put her on a choke hold we're messing up all the Fabric
She said everything before this was a fire drill
Now she's with a real nigga
Tell me how that fucking feel
Tell me how that fucking feel
She grab my stick now she knows it's real
Twenties in a rubberband cuz you never know
Tip her off late nights in the studio Glazed chicken wings delicious like my rapping is
Addicted to progression felt relief when i payed the bills
Tough decissions cutting ties through the intermission
Throwback i was bitching no excuses But i learned to listen
Swelling under my eyes this is starvation
Next in the nation
Never stop is an Hold on
Swelling under my eyes this is starvation
Next in the nation
Never stop is an obligation
Ups and downs but still we ball
Never fold when we fall
And when we move we do it harder
See us keep on going and we do it larger
Ups and downs but still we ball
Never fold when we fall
And when we move we do it harder
See us keep on going and we do it larger
Uh more money than streams
If you're riding with me ima go to the extreme
Bare with me we gon go from rags to richies
Girl on my lap pushed her over we ain't taking pictures
Meetings with my brothers bout elevation
Not comparing to others and we ain't into racing
It's clear like crystal what it takes Numerous times revealed the real
And the fake
Broken mirror bad luck nah i ain't into that
Create my own luck stash my money in a fanny pack
But fuck it take it back to backpack rapping
Without real spittas this would never happened
Fourteen in the living room bumping underground rap
Girl said she likes me in my head i thought it was cap
I didn't know my worth thought less of myself
The transformation is appealing to my younger self
Now i don't give a fuck
Head up high is a must
Know what i deserve i'm determined to make it out
Man fuck this shit