Summer ′15 I was eatin' sleep for dinner

Now I straight fuck on the fender

Talk to a lot of pretenders who messin′ with me because I'm a contenderThey chewin' the fat and I want it to render

I don′t know how to surrender

I post in the lab on a lyrical bender

I got to the bag, all my chains super slender

The Louis V crossbody bag on me slender

In theory they fit, but in practice

The rest of the racks, had to stash it

The heat give me powers, I set it on cactus

Goyard the trunks like I′m Patrick

Forgin' the flow and I feel like a blacksmith

Forgis the feet on the wagon

G63 on the back and I stood on the rival

Unless I′m approached with a backhand

Digital dash of a Hellcat

Ironic 'cause it ain′t no keys

I roll down the window for Miami breeze

I'm on Ocean Drive, on a mission for steez

Soakin′ and sunnin' the deco

The Bape on my back kinda look like a gecko

I turned down the 'verb ′cause I don′t like the echo

Maison Margielas, I lace 'em with nettles

Put lead in the soul and I press on the pedal

They wanna mess with the cash in my schedule

I′m wishin' they would, like an evil Gepetto

Flowers and diamonds, they straight from the meadow

They frolic and flash when the sun hit the bezzle

Throw it until my rotation is several

Put bread on the ice, like a New Jersey Devil

Learn to excel under pressure

I get it and more with my back on the wall

Niggas DM′in' me askin′ 'bout features

Won't open ′em unless a stack is involved

I cut a deal if the nigga is raw

Otherwise I got a tax on it all

The shit that I′m wearin', you probably ain′t saw

The plug got me fitted from ankle to jaw, huh

Waterproof cam for the flicks

Can't use a Fuji to capture the Fiji

Woadie come check on the tape

He ask if I′m good, I say everything peachy

Veni, then Vidi, the Vici, the venison on me is raw in the middle

Back on the grill for a little

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