Hills Promenade

I ain't got no respect, fuck the classroom etiquette
Never had a reason, that's some shit I'm better than
Switching flows like seasons, you can call me weatherman
Used to wanna ball now I'm asking where the sessions at
Hitting on the snooze you be pushing where my pressure at
All they do is sleep we gon put this town on the map
All I need is a fat stack of a hundred cash
NBA money and the coupe I whip is all black
All green cause I'm balling with Celtics
Call me Bill Russell hustle for bills I ain't selfish
Bet I pass it off, circle small, money blunt it speak for itself
It's calling me for help cause the cheese in need of my wealth
Or in need of my pen, or in need of myself
And I'll just prove it again, like i'm receipting myself
Or reciting myself, it's like I'm fighting myself
Or I'm biting your ears, Mike Tyson my sound
And you ain't been around riding like the boys on this song
And she left so I'm going right with all of my wrongs
All the girls in this town like to take off they bra
I ain't fucking with the nonsense girl it's pissing me off
And they ain't fucking with the process like they flipping me off
If you ain't fucking with the progress why you playing my songs
Hope I see you at the concert smoking weed by the pounds
Get it mixed up in with the noise of the crowd
And I don't do the music shit to make my family proud
I write through insecurity it's like they patting me down
And I landed at the airport I ain't touristing now
I take the boring shit first save the best for the now
Constipated flows out my porcelain mouth
It's like I sat down thought about how'd it come out
You ain't smelling all this gas it's going under your snout
It's like I left the car on in the garage of the house

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Bodies top of buildings where stories dropping it's chilling
Killing for the money, the money power the villains
Quit the part-time and I'm making more as a fill-in
8th inside a baggie he smoking his torn achilles
I'd prolly die if permanent pain never revoked me
Studying your motions I'm really watching you closely
Understand my weakness I can't be out where the hoes be
Sick of all this shit turned a dollar bill to a homie
Tired of the talking my wording turned to an action
Fendi on the bag but disheveled clothing is fashion
Accountant prolly call me for all my massive extractions
Speaking of the future my mind could power the masses
Spend your time around me been spitting since age eleven
Really nothing less only greatness is where I'm headed
Hear it all the time to the ones that raised I'm indebted
Resentment for my sins so I'm reaching out to the reverend
Shawty like to travel she meeting friends out in Austin
Jiggy had a bottle now dollars is what we tossing
Earned the highest salary passion is what it cost him
Style out when I'm crossing
Flight from LA to Boston
Use the tools around me for power, superiority
Gun inside his pocket is basic lack of authority
Giving less of fucks if I stand out to the majority
Lines inside a brothel that's full of girls from sororities
I was ducking jabs, throwing punches but I was peaceful
Cautious where I'm going the turn I'm making illegal
Tatted up his arm but I'm worried he liked the needle
Instagram's a weapon I'd classify more than lethal
Life is full of guilt when her heart was broken and shattered
I only feel the guilt when I'm driving next to her plastered
They don't like my style I turned the whip to a hazard
Live amongst elites once my mental balance was mastered