Mayk Sense

I went and copped me a Benz, I went and copped like ten,
I ain't never need no friends, (huh) Call me Chan,
(uh) Damn, you down bad, Move these packs
I count bands, I'm they dad, not your twin, why you sad
Fuck out my den

Know I done got to the bag, I got to the bread, I got to the cake
All of them bitches was mad and never once glad, a kid getting paid
I count up my cash, I sit on my stack, they all sitting back like I done won the chase
I made them all mad, cause I done surpassed, can somebody tell them that vague won the race

I'm in a Merc I'm like vroom, shooting right past I'm like zoom
I can make you meet your doom, yeah, top of the charts very soon
That lil boy keep acting a fool, whatever get out of my room
I'ma go chill on the moon, like, Vague, why you chill on the moon

Life ain't been the same ever since I bought the cayenne
Now I can pick out who was real, and who was fake, and who was lying
I was chilling when it happened, man, I swear I wasn't trying
There was nothing to discuss, I took a seat, they started sighing

Only drop heat, fuck the shade, I won't size in
Yeah, your hoe was on my phone, the whole day, she still typing
Yeah, that boy wanna be in my boots, I told that lil boy, its not gonna size him
He getting mad leaving the room, he getting upset, the dummy start crying (cryin)

Like, how you gonna tell me what I'm on if you don't know me
Pour up tossie, pour up Henny, pour up all the fuckin' codeine (codeine, codeine)
Bitch You askin' too much questions, you should ask these rackies on me (Like, Shutup)
You a brokie, but you think that you on top of me, so show me

I went and copped me a Benz, I went and copped like ten,
I ain't never need no friends, (huh) Call me Chan,
(uh) Damn, you down bad, Move these packs
I count bands, I'm they dad, not your twin, why you sad
Fuck out my den

Know I done got to the bag, I got to the bread, I got to the cake
All of them bitches was mad and never once glad, a kid getting paid
I count up my cash, I sit on my stack, they all sitting back like I done won the chase
I made them all mad, cause I done surpassed, can somebody tell them that vague won the race

I'm in a Merc I'm like vroom, shooting right past I'm like zoom
I can make you meet your doom, yeah, top of the charts very soon
That lil boy keep acting a fool, whatever get out of my room
I'ma go chill on the moon, like, Vague, why you chill on the moon



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Writer(s): Tevin Mensah
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