Cashmere and Rust

Ocean views through these rose tinted frames
No roof on the coupe on the road switching lanes
Loud in my clothes I just boarded a plane
Sparked this earth gang like I'm cool with Jermaine
Mane
I been in my wave
If it ain't about a bag then it's in my way
You ain't never outside but got something to say
Couple rounds in return you send my shots my way
Drink up
Move around you stateside boy keep up
Me and shorty out the country lounging with our feet up
Winter time but summer time tanned when you see us
Out Japan kanishewa when you greet us
Never hands on her but stroke leave her beat up
Affiliated
All my brothers is G'd up
Toss bucks limo tint all the V's up
Getting money globally book stamps and visas
They needed us, real niggas with standards
Out in Carolina pulling capers on campus
Mad love in Virginia, Hampton, Norfolk, Suffolk Word to shell road
The homies never would cut it
Never speak names I'd never tell to the public
Numbers as always was good had to ball on a budget
Always stood on my square dared opps to touch it
Had the work in ya spot, do recon like a Russian

They aint want to let me in the game had the bully through
Call of Duty with it big sniper an' a gillie suit
Chasing major fiddas I'm just thinking what would Gillie do
Never seen a hater you don't love me you invisible I'ma ill individual
My team indivisible
And if I said it wrong middle finger to ya ridicule Understanding Wisdom that's my age on my physical
If you copped on credit want interest and the principal Every verse I'm giving life lessons
I be in my bag they telling me I be flexing
Let me ask a question
You want struggle or blessings No short cuts no easy routes
What you want a little bit
Or a large amount
I'm just trying to turn a stone to a mountain
Big crib with a fountain
And accountants to watch the accountants



Credits
Writer(s): Jaquar Harris
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