Designer Junkie (Intro)

My deck got dealt with hella jokers, thrown in Gotham City
I can see the fake because they broke or tryna plot against me
They won't never know how hard I go, the hustle lie within me
I'll do some fuck shit out of spite but never out of pity

I know they out to get me
Already told y'all how it goes way back on keep busy
I just upped some pink fifties, money help me think clearly
I've been turnin' nothin' to somethin' don't need a thing near me
Turnt this shit round 360

Real-Really started seein' pape, and now shit seem different
Circle small, a special ed bus could fit the team in it
Designer junkie, purple or Ksubi, pick the jeans with it
I got all of these, Abdu'l-Jabbars, feel like Kareem spittin'
Snakin' through the grass over some green, y'all some green bitches
Make you bop your head so damn hard, look like a fein twitchin'
So many trees up inside this bitch, look like it's fein Christmas
Clean as fuck inside that courtroom, Polo Tee crispy

I don't need no purple drink to have him lean with me
Pops was thuggin' out off of the drink and got a mean kidney
Bitchin' instead of fixin' your problems, you a queen sissy
Come and get a EP done today, it cost about 350

Comparin' me to you, that shit not the same
Comparin' him to me, what the fuck you think
Jxckk trippin' all over this beat like, what the fuck he drank?
Bout money, my judgment never clouded, I'm gon' make it rain
Me-me and bro gon' spark this wood, that's my twin flame
Distrokid check and', soundcloud check, call it twin pape
In traffic cuttin', whippin' this shit up, Drayko the sensei
I live by two morals, always stay real and get paid

Been gettin' legal money, you can ask about my bag
I swear ya'll always been squares just like some fuckin' plad
Threw the w while we was on the run said, "I don't know what I had"
Just beat the beat up without a hook, I keep on throwin' jabs
Gettin' bills just like Josh Allen, I don't fuck with the Jags
Treat 12 just like some gators, they behind, then I'm gon' run in zags
You-you-you won't never catch me glitchin', I don't pop no lags
Only thing I'm poppin' is my shit when I pop these tags

I don't beg, but in this case, I'ma beg to differ
High as fuck, I'm in the mood to snooze, got me bumpin' SZA
You would cross your mans to be the king, you just like the bishop
Guess how many fucks I really give, it's near none to little

I'm really locked the fuck in, I'm onto somethin' with this one
Money spread, to spread the message, go and fuckin' get some
Left school cause I don't need knowledge, when I got wisdom
Don't cut your mans out now, then when he up, act like you miss him
I swear to God
The fuck kinda shit is that?
Hahaha
Yeah
Bitch