Porsche 918
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
I'm riding with niggas who got their degrees
And felonies
And I'm not Betty Crocker can't get recipe
If you love me I hate you, but love enemies
And I'm rocking Greg Lauren when I'm in the streets
And he play like Draymond Green I know he gon reach
I was always self made bringing sand to the beach
And I handle my business I'm always discrete
Pineapple & Pearls when I want sumn eat
Put my Cartiers on just to look in your face
And I'm driving a Porsche why would you want to race
And I don't need a fortune to tell me my fate
And before I pull up always scope out the place
Cuz niggas hate
Niggas be fake
I bought a Rollie still coming in late
Five thousand my sweater I need me some space
Fuck all the love I deserve all the hate
Kapital sweater
And I seen what you did, but I did it way better
And I know you can't read, but I wrote you a letter
And I'm switching my cars it depend on the weather
When I'm counting this money it give me a rush
Know they hate me I'm different feel like I am Russ
Baby girl I don't want you if you gon fuss
Scars on my hands when my hands was in cuffs
I ain't making no deals it's nothing to discuss
You can't hang with the gang you is not one of us
You can't cry in the Porsche you can cry in the bus
And you don't gotta change you just gotta adjust
Upping my profit
Popping these percs disobeying my doctor
Prada her purse so I know she was proper
I bought a dog so I Goyard his collar
I'm in the trap, but I'm really a scholar
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
I'm riding with niggas who got their degrees
And felonies
And I'm not Betty Crocker can't get recipe
If you love me I hate you, but love enemies
And I'm rocking Greg Lauren when I'm in the streets
And he play like Draymond Green I know he gon reach
I was always self made bringing sand to the beach
And I handle my business I'm always discrete
Pineapple & Pearls when I want sumn eat
Put my Cartiers on just to look in your face
And I'm driving a Porsche why would you want to race
And I don't need a fortune to tell me my fate
And before I pull up always scope out the place
Cuz niggas hate
Niggas be fake
I bought a Rollie still coming in late
Five thousand my sweater I need me some space
Fuck all the love I deserve all the hate
Kapital sweater
And I seen what you did, but I did it way better
And I know you can't read, but I wrote you a letter
And I'm switching my cars it depend on the weather
When I'm counting this money it give me a rush
Know they hate me I'm different feel like I am Russ
Baby girl I don't want you if you gon fuss
Scars on my hands when my hands was in cuffs
I ain't making no deals it's nothing to discuss
You can't hang with the gang you is not one of us
You can't cry in the Porsche you can cry in the bus
And you don't gotta change you just gotta adjust
Upping my profit
Popping these percs disobeying my doctor
Prada her purse so I know she was proper
I bought a dog so I Goyard his collar
I'm in the trap, but I'm really a scholar
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
You cannot see me
Feel like John Cena
I'm in DC I'm in Capital Arena
No Timmy Turner, I'm Ike and she Tina
Yeah she gon dance
No ballerina
I hear you talking
Still don't believe you
Rick Owen stepping right through Colosseum
He going out sad I would not want to be him
Credits
Writer(s): Omari Maxwell
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