Vintage Nautica Button Up
TV's in the bathroom mirrors
My bitch born in '96 lookin' like SZA
Cold like Iceberg Slim in a chinchilla
Bitch you already know I'm that nigga
Custom vans on my feet I rocked them all week
Rock so much fly shit I should start a boutique
I keep it so simple but she say I'm too unique
Gliding in this Lac looking like I'm Dominique
You gotta be selfish to get where you wanna be
My moms sacrificed her life now it's up to me
Put her on a flight to take her where she wanna see
I been stressing but you couldn't tell with how I keep it P
Sometimes you gotta take a step back and readjust
Same ones that stunted on me, left them in the dust
Moving on my own time I ain't in a rush
Didn't even say a word to her and made her blush
Back like I never left
Vintage Nautica button up with the bird chest
This the flyest shit you heard yet
I'm still the same nigga when I'm on and off the net
Life insurance on my flesh so when I'm gone I know my family set
I want it all don't wanna be old trying to cop a Vette
I want it all don't wanna be old living with regrets
Born with nothing but I'm leaving with some assets
Mark my words blade rims parked against the curb
Out in traffic, coupe dancing like You Got Served
They put my name with the greats I think that's well deserved
Baby really take a L if I get curved
We never trippin' playin' Bobby Brown while I'm dippin'
This Mustang right here a limited edition
Most of these rap niggas they just want the recognition
Hit the road bring back the dough that's how you complete the mission
My bitch born in '96 lookin' like SZA
Cold like Iceberg Slim in a chinchilla
Bitch you already know I'm that nigga
Custom vans on my feet I rocked them all week
Rock so much fly shit I should start a boutique
I keep it so simple but she say I'm too unique
Gliding in this Lac looking like I'm Dominique
You gotta be selfish to get where you wanna be
My moms sacrificed her life now it's up to me
Put her on a flight to take her where she wanna see
I been stressing but you couldn't tell with how I keep it P
Sometimes you gotta take a step back and readjust
Same ones that stunted on me, left them in the dust
Moving on my own time I ain't in a rush
Didn't even say a word to her and made her blush
Back like I never left
Vintage Nautica button up with the bird chest
This the flyest shit you heard yet
I'm still the same nigga when I'm on and off the net
Life insurance on my flesh so when I'm gone I know my family set
I want it all don't wanna be old trying to cop a Vette
I want it all don't wanna be old living with regrets
Born with nothing but I'm leaving with some assets
Mark my words blade rims parked against the curb
Out in traffic, coupe dancing like You Got Served
They put my name with the greats I think that's well deserved
Baby really take a L if I get curved
We never trippin' playin' Bobby Brown while I'm dippin'
This Mustang right here a limited edition
Most of these rap niggas they just want the recognition
Hit the road bring back the dough that's how you complete the mission
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Ellis
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