Cu$tom
I got custom jeans, custom chains, custom rings, custom bling
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
You don't even know what come to me, she come to me for a couple things
She cum for me and comfort me, I bust down in my custom tee
Hating ain't my cup of tea, I won't retreat, don't come for me
Unless you really wanna meet the two hundred and twenty-three, my custom piece
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Love it when I do it, am I a money or a custy fiend?
Don't tell me when you look in the mirror you don't see them crusties mane
Yeah this a custom piece on custom chain
I got custom pockets in this custom blazer
You can't catch me in the same shit as you ever nigga
If you pull up, imma pull the trigger
I put the Mac in a wrap and I roll it up
I'm gonna face and still feel like I just ain't smoke enough
Thirty pack in my lap don't approach me bruh
Asking questions like you dumb and you don't know ya stuff
I think about what It's gonna be like when I'm 50
Can I walk?
Can I talk?
Can I run?
Can I jog?
Can I kick it like I wanna or will it all have caught up wit me?
Everything I do now affect the outcome but they think I'm tripping
Will they think the same in the future? Truth is prolly not
I know we all gonna rot one day, but it's bout now until the box
They say it's wisdom in these dreads, but I had these thoughts before the locs
And I had these feet before the socks so without em I'm still gonna walk
And I'm still gonna step, get throat like strep
Get off my back and get a check
Chasing next, not tryna wreck
So much to still get off my chest
No one to trust, No heart to love
Keep on going I ain't giving up
I'm making plays, I been clutch
I'm the one to run it up
I'm so different from you niggas, but I'm still getting to this cake
I'm growing food I do the work, but now you looking at my plate
It's straight you tried to skate but I'm not finna take the bait
I peep the hate, won't break, I make it germinate
It just feel like I'm waiting on ya turn to flake
Waking up sweating thinking bout all the turns to make
Is it eternal fate feel like I know everything it's gonna take
I can't hear the snakes, but I know they there
I be the radical, but adaptable to a point, then change like a tadpole
I want a racket hoe to tote the pole n roll my dope
Can't count my bread it never fold
Said what I said and how it go, you ride the boat or try to float
Another day, another note
Stopped getting fades and let it grow
I'm too well rounded to be grounded, I just had to let you know
And I just blew another O, and flipped a olly for the O
Swift like foxes stacking dough,
IYK YK hoe
I got custom jeans, custom chains, custom rings, custom bling
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
Nigga, you don't even know what custom mean
You don't even know what come to me, she come to me for a couple things
She cum for me and comfort me, I bust down in my custom tee
Hating ain't my cup of tea, I won't retreat, don't come for me
Unless you really wanna meet the two hundred and twenty-three, my custom piece