So What?
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
My garment paranoia
I harbor hostility for ya
My pain pinot noir
I say god comin
They say I'm preachin the choir
Wish I could get a billi on a holiday
But machines and magistrates have minimized my wage
Feels like I wake up and there's new shit to face from gazes tryna pierce the shades
To making sure that muzzle flash just grazed
I'm sahara in the am
Got news that my pasture got grazed down by ammunition
I tried convincing pastor to alter altars
He said slur it's god's plan in full fruition
Then he passed the tax collector of his plate
I had been evasive now I refuse to pay
Lil man's mastery of mentals from minimals to
To the most is mineral
Literally cinema
Finger licking good criminal
Inimical as fuck
But I have my limitations
You're well within them
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Geronimo
Appropriate
Funny Nickelodeon
Dummies can get this flow and Doug Funnie gon get this dough
And then Skeeter, you know the homie
My niggas they always know me. And a bad girl
That girl with the bad curls, call her patty
It Outrageous and It's contagious
To Become famous is to become brainless
Gun chambers and the young shameless
The sun came up when I was done changing
Break hard, stop sign. Hot woman spilled in my hips like she some coffee
She spit some water out her lips. Lil baby lofty
He had to get it leveled the mix is a little offie
And his blessings almost lost him cuz he lost in
Exhausted relationships. They call em situationships
His pops came on a Haitian ship and made it so he can't forget
The business that his grandpa left the father of me
I used to be up in the crowd now the crowd hollering B
From stash to giving and rags to riches
You with the lavish living and bagging bitches
I had to get with the ass and titties until my Doja Bags had went from city then fat to skinny
And I'm like Fuck the press. I'm not involved. I ain't gon do it
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
My garment paranoia
I harbor hostility for ya
My pain pinot noir
I say god comin
They say I'm preachin the choir
Wish I could get a billi on a holiday
But machines and magistrates have minimized my wage
Feels like I wake up and there's new shit to face from gazes tryna pierce the shades
To making sure that muzzle flash just grazed
I'm sahara in the am
Got news that my pasture got grazed down by ammunition
I tried convincing pastor to alter altars
He said slur it's god's plan in full fruition
Then he passed the tax collector of his plate
I had been evasive now I refuse to pay
Lil man's mastery of mentals from minimals to
To the most is mineral
Literally cinema
Finger licking good criminal
Inimical as fuck
But I have my limitations
You're well within them
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Geronimo
Appropriate
Funny Nickelodeon
Dummies can get this flow and Doug Funnie gon get this dough
And then Skeeter, you know the homie
My niggas they always know me. And a bad girl
That girl with the bad curls, call her patty
It Outrageous and It's contagious
To Become famous is to become brainless
Gun chambers and the young shameless
The sun came up when I was done changing
Break hard, stop sign. Hot woman spilled in my hips like she some coffee
She spit some water out her lips. Lil baby lofty
He had to get it leveled the mix is a little offie
And his blessings almost lost him cuz he lost in
Exhausted relationships. They call em situationships
His pops came on a Haitian ship and made it so he can't forget
The business that his grandpa left the father of me
I used to be up in the crowd now the crowd hollering B
From stash to giving and rags to riches
You with the lavish living and bagging bitches
I had to get with the ass and titties until my Doja Bags had went from city then fat to skinny
And I'm like Fuck the press. I'm not involved. I ain't gon do it
Who do we belong to, huh
Is it really wrong for us to make a milli off a buck
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
Miles Davis. I'm like So What
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