Art Pieces (feat. Rahiem Supreme)
If it's not adding to the lifestyle, it's a distraction
Had to subtract shit
You was lit in high school but now I'm worried
what happened to you
Social media got you jealous, emotions reacting for you
Niggas is weird nowadays, better keep a strap up on you
Step up out of character for just five minutes of fame
You not valid round here, the status is you a lame boy
Drift in the rain, them shits is toys to me
Collecting like Toy Story
Peanut butter guts no glory
No car notes or leases it's just art pieces
Clean cut with the baby face
Paper denim tucked links karat cuts
Gems twinkle on em
Sit my drink down and my mink down
I can't even lie
I'm on a streak unstoppable
We kings now
Get styled on, street referees
Teaching seeds how it is
Animal instincts
Weed and alcohol come around her and it stink
Fein on the porch
Drugs with death and blood in it
Condoms on the ground
Sex traffic with nut in it its trifling
So trifling out here
Be careful
Mmm, aite aite aite
Seiko got a stainless bracelet
My tags is dead rolling weed up on the registration
Niggas see the style and they try to copy paste it
You shoulda just been patient
Coppin art pieces and stash em in mama's basement
All I really wanted was money
The drama came with it
My nigga in a boosted ZX
Doing a eight figure
Coil overs with the angle kit
Got money on the left lane
With the hood dump shooting flames and shit
You can't find me but I'm outside
Standing right here where the pavement is
40 cal on the frontside got a quick draw and that's dangerous
You don't really wanna play with that
Got a sharp mind gotta stay in tact
Might hit the function grab a lil drink
And a cutie pie then I play the back
Can't make this up
Got 3 shots in a paper cup
Foreign bills and them blue strips gimme paper cuts
Ride along, she feel safe with us
Pockets stuffed to max
Need a Vicks Vapor rub
If I aint in the Bimm I'm somewhere making love
You can't fuck with us shorty
You must be taking drugs
Please don't make a fuss
I'd rather step before I fake the funk
Told her rake it up
God forbid you break a sacred trust
I was just a minor doing major stunts
Had to subtract shit
You was lit in high school but now I'm worried
what happened to you
Social media got you jealous, emotions reacting for you
Niggas is weird nowadays, better keep a strap up on you
Step up out of character for just five minutes of fame
You not valid round here, the status is you a lame boy
Drift in the rain, them shits is toys to me
Collecting like Toy Story
Peanut butter guts no glory
No car notes or leases it's just art pieces
Clean cut with the baby face
Paper denim tucked links karat cuts
Gems twinkle on em
Sit my drink down and my mink down
I can't even lie
I'm on a streak unstoppable
We kings now
Get styled on, street referees
Teaching seeds how it is
Animal instincts
Weed and alcohol come around her and it stink
Fein on the porch
Drugs with death and blood in it
Condoms on the ground
Sex traffic with nut in it its trifling
So trifling out here
Be careful
Mmm, aite aite aite
Seiko got a stainless bracelet
My tags is dead rolling weed up on the registration
Niggas see the style and they try to copy paste it
You shoulda just been patient
Coppin art pieces and stash em in mama's basement
All I really wanted was money
The drama came with it
My nigga in a boosted ZX
Doing a eight figure
Coil overs with the angle kit
Got money on the left lane
With the hood dump shooting flames and shit
You can't find me but I'm outside
Standing right here where the pavement is
40 cal on the frontside got a quick draw and that's dangerous
You don't really wanna play with that
Got a sharp mind gotta stay in tact
Might hit the function grab a lil drink
And a cutie pie then I play the back
Can't make this up
Got 3 shots in a paper cup
Foreign bills and them blue strips gimme paper cuts
Ride along, she feel safe with us
Pockets stuffed to max
Need a Vicks Vapor rub
If I aint in the Bimm I'm somewhere making love
You can't fuck with us shorty
You must be taking drugs
Please don't make a fuss
I'd rather step before I fake the funk
Told her rake it up
God forbid you break a sacred trust
I was just a minor doing major stunts
Credits
Writer(s): Cecil Headley
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