Crew Necks
Found myself losin' trust
You try to bounce and I'll pound your whole crew to dust
I'm suitin' up for battle but I only find it humorous
You say you're comin' through the cut, but really that's all you discuss
People hear the tune of us and say turn that music up
But I don't hear a thing until they say that what I'm doin' sucks
I use it as the gas, get it goin' then I cruise a blunt
Lookin' down at you sayin' who the fuck are you to us
I'm just movin' up and reversin' the game
You cursin' my name, I'm stuck inside this journey to fame
But then you listen to my music 'cuz you heard I'm insane
I'm servin' these flames, I'm always fuckin' earnin my claims
I'm burnin' the jane and constantly just stirrin' your brain
And I'll leave you in another fuckin' world with the pain
I'm workin' for gains, I promise that it's worth it to play
And I'm only out to steal yo fuckin' girl, what's her name
Newest rapper in the game I can guarantee that your mind's blown
I'm writin' with nothin' but a bag of weed and an iPhone
You say you stretchin' ounces but dawg, you and I know
That half of all you rappers still pay for a fuckin' ride home
I know y'all probably think I'm frontin' bout me cashin' new checks
I know y'all think you hustlin' but nah, you trap a duplex
You know I'm fuckin' struttin, run the block and askin' who's next
I'm actin like a glutton, hella drugs with Nike crew necks
Hella drugs and Nike crew necks
Fuck all y'all
You try to bounce and I'll pound your whole crew to dust
I'm suitin' up for battle but I only find it humorous
You say you're comin' through the cut, but really that's all you discuss
People hear the tune of us and say turn that music up
But I don't hear a thing until they say that what I'm doin' sucks
I use it as the gas, get it goin' then I cruise a blunt
Lookin' down at you sayin' who the fuck are you to us
I'm just movin' up and reversin' the game
You cursin' my name, I'm stuck inside this journey to fame
But then you listen to my music 'cuz you heard I'm insane
I'm servin' these flames, I'm always fuckin' earnin my claims
I'm burnin' the jane and constantly just stirrin' your brain
And I'll leave you in another fuckin' world with the pain
I'm workin' for gains, I promise that it's worth it to play
And I'm only out to steal yo fuckin' girl, what's her name
Newest rapper in the game I can guarantee that your mind's blown
I'm writin' with nothin' but a bag of weed and an iPhone
You say you stretchin' ounces but dawg, you and I know
That half of all you rappers still pay for a fuckin' ride home
I know y'all probably think I'm frontin' bout me cashin' new checks
I know y'all think you hustlin' but nah, you trap a duplex
You know I'm fuckin' struttin, run the block and askin' who's next
I'm actin like a glutton, hella drugs with Nike crew necks
Hella drugs and Nike crew necks
Fuck all y'all
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Writer(s): Leo Traum
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