Interlude
I think i need a medallion
Bread n butter that's Italian
Half of you niggas be stylin Hoody on now im drowning
Tell all these niggas to bundle up, green n red up in my cummerbund
Get a vacation that cator to patients recreation nigga that's summer fun
I'm a pray for you niggas, suny getting in the way so I can't talk straight to you niggas
I play all you niggas, pound hit the ground cops killing i call trey for you niggas
I wait for you niggas slip n slide hit the floor i Harlem shake on you niggas, talk straight to you niggas
Wanna see me fall damn I can't get a break from you niggas
So I came back with a vengeance to show all niggas that finally I will prevail
Auntie told me that I'm modest as hell, my uncle he used to wear Prada's in jail
Homies is phoneys I promise they tell
Take the important shit out of ya mail, ain't nobody with you to open that cell if pac was living he would be out on Bail
They lookin like rats call em Sammy Cassell, but with the rat pack only Sammy could sell That Luis Vuitton I'm Prada Chanel, I'm Fresh as an angel but living in hell
Turtle necks keeping me out of my shell, my caliber different ain't dropping no shells
This gotta be working they tuckin they tails, it gotta be worth it but time is gone tell
Bread n butter that's Italian
Half of you niggas be stylin Hoody on now im drowning
Tell all these niggas to bundle up, green n red up in my cummerbund
Get a vacation that cator to patients recreation nigga that's summer fun
I'm a pray for you niggas, suny getting in the way so I can't talk straight to you niggas
I play all you niggas, pound hit the ground cops killing i call trey for you niggas
I wait for you niggas slip n slide hit the floor i Harlem shake on you niggas, talk straight to you niggas
Wanna see me fall damn I can't get a break from you niggas
So I came back with a vengeance to show all niggas that finally I will prevail
Auntie told me that I'm modest as hell, my uncle he used to wear Prada's in jail
Homies is phoneys I promise they tell
Take the important shit out of ya mail, ain't nobody with you to open that cell if pac was living he would be out on Bail
They lookin like rats call em Sammy Cassell, but with the rat pack only Sammy could sell That Luis Vuitton I'm Prada Chanel, I'm Fresh as an angel but living in hell
Turtle necks keeping me out of my shell, my caliber different ain't dropping no shells
This gotta be working they tuckin they tails, it gotta be worth it but time is gone tell
Credits
Writer(s): Jung Yup An, Na Ul Yoo, Sung Hoon, Young Jun Ko
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