No Awards (Clean)

Pulling up new Porsche
These cuts couture
These chucks Dior
It's up for sure
Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours
But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards

If I buss this check on you lil bitch we bout to franchise
Move the party back to Calabasas that's a landslide
Van Nuys to Teterboro, I remember flying standby
Niggas pay a premium for peace I understand why
Burn a bridge over troubled waters
And sleep good knowing checks getting cut regardless
I know I'm in the wrong rooms if I'm still the smartest
Bitch I'm the lightest on my toes
When it get the darkest
All white when I feel godly
But the devils in the details
Married to the game
But they don't wanna see us prevail
Tickets to my downfall
They searching for the presale
So I keep one in the head address and send it like a email
We did it for real
This shit a script so watch what you say
We didn't come up from no common soil
So don't call me bro
We can not relate
You couldn't level up or get a head of us
Move like the mob and keep it contained
Man for the paper my niggas would run down on you in Dior and scrape up the plate
Make no mistake
To fill up the safe
We raising the stakes
We do what it takes
Shlide with the gang
We might let it bang
Still calling plays
When we outta range
This shit not a game gang gang gang

Pulling up new Porsche
These cuts couture
These chucks Dior
It's up for sure
Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours
But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards
Pulling up new porsche
These cuts couture
These chucks dior
It's up for sure
Trophy ting on my arm like the world is yours
But if you wanna be the best it can't be for no awards



Credits
Writer(s): Jaysen Stewart, Jovaugn Mixon
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