Rare

Yea
Won't change on my bro for no hoe, yea
Ice on my wrist is so cold, yea
No cap I'm too real I can't fold, yea
I can't ever sell my soul

I got on expensive clothes, yea
Your bitch don't wanna leave me alone, yea
I came from nothing I glowed, yea
Nigga you pussy you told

We can fuck but you know I won't eat it
Bend that shit over I beat it
Roll up gelato, the drugs yea I need it
Sneak diss but smile in my face I can see it
Don't trust a soul, the fake love you can keep
Ride round' with tints and my bro got the heater
V lone on my body, my diamonds look cleaner
Think on my own I don't follow the leader
They say I won't make it I made them believers
Got a bad bitch on my line she a diva
In love with blue hunnids she know I don't need her
I pour up that port by the liter
The dick make her jump like she having a seizure
She left her nigga she said I go deeper
Do it on my own, no I don't need a feature
Yea, yea
She ain't seen a nigga this rare, yea
Pull up the drip make her stare, yea
If it's smoke then we do not play fair, yea
That pussy for me I don't share
Thank God for my mama and prayer
Your nigga a lame can't compare
I dig in her guts like a bear
Don't you go blind from my diamonds they glare



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Writer(s): Jefe Franscesco
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