PART OF ME

Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain’t got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain’t gon' need no
(Yosh made the track)
My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claim they hittin', but you ain’t even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
What I’ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up da stash, on my hip where da Glock at
I’m from the hood, it’s so toxic
You a pussy if you stop it
Wire tap don’t, wonder why you never catch me on it
Wit' dis trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I just go back to da bando, abandoned
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I’m kinda mad you up in a casket
This gon' come with you being a savage
Then she know i’m no average
I’m makin' more money den her daddy
Sixty cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
Yo, stretchin' da clip it’s extended (aye)
I think I’ll win an election
I don’t look like what I’ve been through, but I really came from the trenches
And we got da stick, bamboo
I want da money, it come wit' the fame
She fill up her attitude, you better get da fuck outta my face
My life like zoom, zoom
Everyday feel like a holiday
My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know the opps feel like they won da lottery
Claim dey a hitta, but you ain’t even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
What I’ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up da stash, my hip where da Glock at
My niggas dead, dey took a part of me
Know da opps feel like dey won da lottery
Claim dey a hitta, but you ain’t even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
What' I’ma do wit' all dis profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up da stash, my hip where da Glock at
Fuck up da stash, on my hip where da Glock at
Fit in my pocket, you know it’s compact
Don’t gotta ask me lil' nigga i’m on it
I do not want it, if it’s not exotic
I’m gettin' money for being melodic
Dat nigga 'fessing like niggas won’t rob him
He caught da L’z, and they had to vanish
Extendo, extendo, it’s straight up pilates
To gettin' it in to popular pockets
When bitches doin' drills dey poppin' da molly
I lied, seven two five but I’m twenty
But I still got da kill, so I’m lettin' her know
Still got da drip from my head to my toe
They lovin' da way dat I put dat shit on
I got da bands I don’t need me a loan
Ain’t talkin' racks but just leave me alone
Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint (yuh)
Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain’t got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain’t gon' need no…
(Used to imagine it, now I be livin' it)
My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know the opps feel like they won da lottery
I gotta problem, you know i’ma solve it
What I’ma do wit' all this profit?