Digits

They wanna shine with me
Can't walk in my shoes making breesh in these 950s
She wanna slide with me
In the back of the V You know shit getting wild litty
You know Gang with me
If you fuck with the lames you know that you can't hang with me
It's the same sitchy
Only me and my brothers the family fuck all the others
Trapping hard do it Monday through Sunday
Acting broad having you waking the runway
Talking Large but it ain't bout the gunplay
New pack on a Monday
Told the gang we gone get the shit one day
One way or another
I can't get lit if ain't with my brothers
Or the family fuck all the others

What you wanna get into
Can't come less your friends do too
Gang with me per usual
Rolling spliffs straight gas
O in the air
I won't pass mindset Kobe
Came a long way walked home doley
You only called me cause you lonely It's all good with me
Roll that block work No cookies for you
I ain't stressing silly
You don't even know what I'm up to
Million dollar plays same way we imagined
Never thought it would happen
Niggas think the main thing rapping

Yeah
Not with that talk or the ra ra
Making money then I hit the cha cha
Slide with the gang on ya baba
Vibe with a nigga
Pride aside come ride for a nigga
Chasing clout while I'm chasing these figures
Pop out crop out only the gang in the picture
Essence; Don't let anyone fuck up your blessings
Had to starve but I learned to finesse it
Through the struggle my niggas progressing
I had to learn that a loss is a lesson
The Diamonds is made from the pressure
Balling hard different days any weather
The fifties is tucked in the pockets
The blue faces tucked in the leather

At the table What's ya flavor
Order calamari Fuego appetizer paper
I rolled 3 blunts for later
I've matured but I ain't changed up
I'm still banging with my day ones
Niggas switch I ain't say much
I'm Not the one to cater
Why? Would you lie to me
We use to eat pies get breesh
Used to split a dime blow easy
Exhale let it go
Things may change stay 10 toes
In the end you'll never now
Stay true to yourself

I'm born to win a young nigga close
Can't play no games this shit ain't pick and choose
Member them days rocking polo and trues
Had to look up when they said I would lose
They tried to bluff but we walk with the tool
They cannot pick up a clue
Claiming you up but them pockets on snooze
We stick to the paper like glue
Get the dollar get the loot
Talk the federales then you getting the boot
Shit get Cali then I call up the troops
I do this for the youth
And I maintain
Getting my guap from the same thing
My ancestors came from the chain gang
To the house in the hills drinking champagne

If ain't digits wont get me to listen
Rule #1 All apart of the mission
Rule #2 Watch how you move
I never lack Nigga what you gon do
Word is bond Nobody on the timing We on
Ya bitch in the V sucking ski off
I got ya mom showing dentures
Nasty with it
I made a bag off a bag
Cause I'm stuck in that
Watch ya head cause that's what we dumpin at
Niggas is shitty I keep a plunger cap
VVS Diamonds on all the hat
Ruff Diemonds on your bitch
Nightingale head to toe
Every piece I own is priceless
Luxury all we know



Credits
Writer(s): Damani Felton
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