Expensive Taste

All we ever wanted to do was just make it, you know
Make some money, make it home

Category is struggle, the subdivision is pain
For niggas that always hustled and never did it in vain
The ones that kept it clean to get through all of the stains
He who the one remains, the change gon' come in waves

Be as sharp as katana and be as still as a blade
Used to be go to prison, now be a man to be made, not a slave
Babies need to be raised, lately I'm in a rage
Mercedes on interstates, come on

California plates of yams, that's at yo wake
Staring at yo face, then gave yo mama the shakes
Mistakes is like this money, my nigga, we gotta make
Your life is like an opportunity, you gotta take

Your price is in your heart, my nigga, so what's your rate
It's beating at a tempo that mirrors expensive taste
You niggas don't share my blood, you niggas cannot relate
You better not be brave, you better off somewhere safe

Is that really your brother? He asked if your mama straight
You at a loss for words, so how can you compensate
Replace those with funds, they feelings was always fake
That ain't all that it takes to be big, so call on faith

Presidential pieces on wrist that's wrapped around wraith
Steering wheels, drapes, cover me, come feed me grapes
I'm talking to you, bae, she tryna lay up like filay
Ask me how my day went, hard for me not to say it's okay

This category is struggle, the subdivision is pain
For niggas that always hustled and never did it in vain
The ones that kept it clean to get through all of the stains
He who the one remains, the change gon' come in waves

Be as sharp as katana and be as still as a blade
Used to be go to prison, now be a man to be made
Not a slave, babies need to be raised
Lately I'm in a rage, Mercedes on interstates

Katana, I'm setting the precedent



Credits
Writer(s): Tajai Harris
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link