Fake Cousin - West 6th Lyrics

No you can't get close
My bro diamonds froze
West 6th street Austin
Find some hoes
We was writing wrongs
No time for writing songs
No time for writing poems
I got that Floetry

Fake Cousin, Boogie Cousins
Ain't no coaching me
Shake something break something
'Cuz we from PG
And we 40 deep
We don't wear 10 Deep
Ricky on my feet
Garçon on my feet
All my n*ggas had a dream to make it to the league
You tell us 600 a week
Man that shit is week
Situation bleak
My generation need
Them reparations G
You should pay for me
Don't you wait for me
The Karma got a date for me
Do what it take to eat
And it taste sweet
NRAYoungBoy, they wanna take my heat
Shoutout Avery
Reggie Prime and Rebel Team
No Promethazine
Yet I forever lean
Gave Belen a bean
Now she seeing things
And we need this money now
But it won't get between
We 'coulda kept it clean
But we had to get the creme
And we get Supreme
April 77 jeans
What's in my genes
I see it in my seed
Liquor and the weed
Can't deplete the fleet
Don't think shit is sweet
Pray till Milly free
Prince George's
Get the money make it spread
My brother drink 40s
But I sip the gin instead
You know my bitch flawless
And she sloppy with the head
Beamers Benz Porches
Never seen n*ggas with bread
They said we can't afford this
We get cake until we dead
We slept through college courses
We was playing Words With Friends
Now we in this fortress
Dominate the world with friends, look

No you can't get close
My bro diamonds froze
West 6th street Austin
Find some hoes
We was writing wrongs
No time for writing songs
Not time for writing poems
I got that Floetry