Finish Line

Money make some people like some shit that they don't
Clout'll make some people front on shit that they want
Pressure make some people do some shit that they can't
We at the finish line I'll just stick to the plan

Let 'em block the door imma find another way inside
Shoutout Zil he did the beat so babygirl you know the vibes
Tell me if you down to ride
Look at me inside my eye
Kill em all with kindness sending peaches to them parasites
Neck is wrapped in gold
And my earlobes on froze
I know
It's too cold
What that Theraflu for?
You know
The Margiela with the split in the toes
I got the Raf from the future play the synth on you hoes 'cause you know

Money make some people like some shit that they don't
Clout'll make some people front on shit that they want
Pressure make some people do some shit that they can't
We at the finish line I'll just stick to the plan

Had to clear my circle oh well fuck' em they were racist
No more squares inside the diamond had to cover all the bases
Man I cleared every obstacle
Wish them love and profit though
Beefing with a vegan? man that shit's beyond impossible
We just doing us with Jakob's eye behind the lens
We don't have too many friends
'Cause we busy chasing ends
So how far can we ascend?
Man I guess it all depends
Make a masterpiece then after eat and do it all again

Money make some people like some shit that they don't
Clout'll make some people front on shit that they want
Pressure make some people do some shit that they can't
We at the finish line I'll just stick to the plan
Money make some people like some shit that they don't
Clout'll make some people front on shit that they want
Pressure make some people do some shit that they can't
We at the finish line I'll just stick to the plan



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Quinonez
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