Portfolio
Yea yea
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
Look real close they fibbing
What they talking they ain't living
Designer they wishing
But can't pay no rent they kidding
With the ting last night was sinning
Pic last night it ringing
Always keeping your friends grinning
That's what you call winning
Yea I'm controlling my temper
Smoke up the cabbage
Fuck I can't remember
Uh
I and I no other member
Moving like govey they moving Bender
UH
Mawga man but I'm not slender
Eat up ya comment that shit in the blender
Uh
Bueller gon be the defender
I got my soul you can never surrender
Uh
Yea yea
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
My percent one hunna
I got one can't call you momma
Backwood wit the grabba
Winter streets they hot like summer
Yes the system is a bummer
Yea the system spreading trauma
Why the taking life for commas
Outside heard a lama
(Skkkkuuuhtt)
Ay
I been chasing dreams I'm Freddy
Ugly humble me like Betty
Baby act foul and1 got heady
My time now my watch say ready
Came from GOD I am a Demi
Family I channel no Demi
On my shirt no Mom's spaghetti
Cause my path was heavy
Niggas will get in your head
Cause you touching bread
And they touching doe
Look at my tummy is fed
And you just a fed
And you just a foe
Got just do it for you instead
Do it for the bread
My nigga Locco
My like whoa
She like whoa
I used to wait now I'm outta the door
(For the bread)
Yea yea
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
Tiger woods
You Put-put putters
They talk up like we are brothers
Come at me Im stone cold stunner
Grabba blunt I bunna
That's why she on me pirhanna
Lock me in until the sun up
Got my ego on the runner
The take over done up
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
Look real close they fibbing
What they talking they ain't living
Designer they wishing
But can't pay no rent they kidding
With the ting last night was sinning
Pic last night it ringing
Always keeping your friends grinning
That's what you call winning
Yea I'm controlling my temper
Smoke up the cabbage
Fuck I can't remember
Uh
I and I no other member
Moving like govey they moving Bender
UH
Mawga man but I'm not slender
Eat up ya comment that shit in the blender
Uh
Bueller gon be the defender
I got my soul you can never surrender
Uh
Yea yea
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
My percent one hunna
I got one can't call you momma
Backwood wit the grabba
Winter streets they hot like summer
Yes the system is a bummer
Yea the system spreading trauma
Why the taking life for commas
Outside heard a lama
(Skkkkuuuhtt)
Ay
I been chasing dreams I'm Freddy
Ugly humble me like Betty
Baby act foul and1 got heady
My time now my watch say ready
Came from GOD I am a Demi
Family I channel no Demi
On my shirt no Mom's spaghetti
Cause my path was heavy
Niggas will get in your head
Cause you touching bread
And they touching doe
Look at my tummy is fed
And you just a fed
And you just a foe
Got just do it for you instead
Do it for the bread
My nigga Locco
My like whoa
She like whoa
I used to wait now I'm outta the door
(For the bread)
Yea yea
My Portfolio got nice shit
Yea yea
Grabba leaf with the nitrous
Yea yea
Hunger never got the itis
Yea yea
I plan on showing you my finest
Yea yea
Yea my soul could never buy this
Yea yea
Get my conscious to the highest
Yea yea
I guess my angels are the flyest
One with the most high
I guess I'm being biased
Tiger woods
You Put-put putters
They talk up like we are brothers
Come at me Im stone cold stunner
Grabba blunt I bunna
That's why she on me pirhanna
Lock me in until the sun up
Got my ego on the runner
The take over done up
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
(My percent one hunna)
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Writer(s): Marcus Hinds
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