Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I try to keep it classy niggas swear that I'm too grandiose
These boys will up and kill tryna make you change like Jacky oh
Beat the block to level up my homies felt like Mario
Looked to god and if that's too offensive I'm not sorry yo
Man how could I
Running up these blessing feel like cardio
On my own don't need no party man to get my party on
Catch the wave
Where I'm from we call that thang a gnarly hoe
In my lane
Got my commas up to leave em comatose
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I came here to rock
Got blessed with a bag
Different than the ops
They can't even grasp
You don't own my style
Gone and get the tag
Jesus made me hot
Metal on the dash
How you gone be mad from a body bag
Zip it up
Way too hard to kill the last assassin had to give it up
Never drop my faith they only taught me how to pick it up
Long as you see rappers in here dying then I'm sick enough
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
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Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I try to keep it classy niggas swear that I'm too grandiose
These boys will up and kill tryna make you change like Jacky oh
Beat the block to level up my homies felt like Mario
Looked to god and if that's too offensive I'm not sorry yo
Man how could I
Running up these blessing feel like cardio
On my own don't need no party man to get my party on
Catch the wave
Where I'm from we call that thang a gnarly hoe
In my lane
Got my commas up to leave em comatose
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I came here to rock
Got blessed with a bag
Different than the ops
They can't even grasp
You don't own my style
Gone and get the tag
Jesus made me hot
Metal on the dash
How you gone be mad from a body bag
Zip it up
Way too hard to kill the last assassin had to give it up
Never drop my faith they only taught me how to pick it up
Long as you see rappers in here dying then I'm sick enough
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I try to keep it classy niggas swear that I'm too grandiose
These boys will up and kill tryna make you change like Jacky oh
Beat the block to level up my homies felt like Mario
Looked to god and if that's too offensive I'm not sorry yo
Man how could I
Running up these blessing feel like cardio
On my own don't need no party man to get my party on
Catch the wave
Where I'm from we call that thang a gnarly hoe
In my lane
Got my commas up to leave em comatose
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
I came here to rock
Got blessed with a bag
Different than the ops
They can't even grasp
You don't own my style
Gone and get the tag
Jesus made me hot
Metal on the dash
How you gone be mad from a body bag
Zip it up
Way too hard to kill the last assassin had to give it up
Never drop my faith they only taught me how to pick it up
Long as you see rappers in here dying then I'm sick enough
Rich don't mean I got no fashion
Bands all in my corduroys
Blessed don't mean I got no mansion
But I still own all my floors
Bummy don't mean I ain't drippy
Sauce just bleeding out my pores
Girl you cute but I ain't easy
Can't laugh me out my drawers
Og Slye man in the cut
Ain't No need to keep it tucked
Only family in the function you gone have to loosen up
Og spinning all my tunes cuz I got magic in my touch
Kmo throwing up that lotus like he sick all in his gut
Writer: Andre Cranford
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