Dior

I got what you want
But what you wanting me for
You could leach and feed
Off Louis or the Dior

Yeah
Ain't no probably
Possibly, if I could make it
A prodigy, anomaly
History in the making
Every part of me, an Odyssey
With perfect pacing
And honestly, my modesty
Keep fading, chasing pavements, but
Fuck it, we ball
Fuck it, we'll bring it tomorrow, yeah
Wonder how I could take off
Picking up, passing the ball, yeah
Pick it up, pass it to y'all
I got the pack in my pocket
Equipping committees
Cuz I keep committing
To spitting
And standing up tall, yeah
Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all
Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all, yeah

Point blank
Range
When it come to my delivery
Hittin' the blunt like I got no better activity
Too tired to lie to you, yeah
We crash, we ride
Like we supposed to do
Until it's over through, yeah
Too fast, too high
Taking turns to see the smoke to blue
Take a Gamble everyday
Like I was born to do
This shit, always finish
Before it's overdue
Still high, like five times
And it's only noon
So, fuck a handout
Put your hand down
Hands down I got a
Whole lot more to prove

I got what you want
But what you wanting me for
All I got is what you need
It come for free, or
You could leach and feed
Off Louis or the Dior
But don't complain to me
When you feel dizzy
From the g-force of

Running around in circles
Chasing ya tail
If I threw you a bone
Would you take it and bail, or
If thunder and clouds surround us
Take a peek through the veil
If they
Making it rain, I'm making it hail
Ain't no ailment worse than
Making payments to the salesman
Of your brand new hood
Ain't no question of if, bitch
It's when I would
Strike again, this time like lightning
All systems down, shock value up
This that fuck a nine to five
We work a nine til when the sun come up
This that fuck your type of vibe
I'm getting high, I'm lighting up
From the work week, to the weekend
It never ends
My worth keep, extending
Like severed heads
Of seven Hydras
Man I'm sick and tired of
What you bring to the table
It don't matter at all
I'm a four course meal
Served on silver platters and all

It's like water to wine
From my mind to the page
At the alter divine
Marijuana and sage
After altered sublime
Karma come up and rages
Break your legs on location
Raise the steaks of occasions
Make or break it situations
Never fear what I'm facing

Yeah
Ain't no probably
Possibly, if I could make it
A prodigy, anomaly
History in the making
Every part of me, an Odyssey
With perfect pacing
And honestly, my modesty
Keep fading, chasing pavements, but
Fuck it, we ball
Fuck it, we'll bring it tomorrow, yeah
Wonder how I could take off
Picking up, passing the ball, yeah
Pick it up, pass it to y'all
I got the pack in my pocket
Equipping committees
Cuz I keep committing
To spitting
And standing up tall, yeah
Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all
Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all, yeah



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Writer(s): Jaden Gamble
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