Mob Gamelan
Ay
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
I can never sit still
Nomadic motherfucker, I'm just being for real
I'm in China one month
Brisbane in the next
Making plans, checking houses out and paying my respects uh
Family on top and it's staying that way till my fucking heart stop, uh
Take it to my grave
Friends coming out with timers most of y'all are fucking fake, uh
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
Passport filled with tattoos
Going out in combat boots
Fuck a Nike shoe
I just spent 300 on a fucking date
Had to flake, call me fucking crazy for not staying just to be berated
Damn, Imma take a year to myself, for my health
All these people acting dumb for some wealth nah
If you walking down this road by your own
Where your bros?
Where your fucking bros at huh?
It ain't complicated, answer the question
And get the fuck out my mentions
You must be lacking attention
I'm steady building up tension
Y'all making random collections
And I'm sorry to your commas but I'm back with a vengeance
Keep on working
Never stopping for nothing
I keep on turning
Never need readjusting
Foot on the pedal, this a do or die
You and I
High flying, low riding
Tope suicide, uh
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
I can never sit still
Nomadic motherfucker, I'm just being for real
I'm in China one month
Brisbane in the next
Making plans, checking houses out and paying my respects uh
Family on top and it's staying that way till my fucking heart stop, uh
Take it to my grave
Friends coming out with timers most of y'all are fucking fake, uh
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
Passport filled with tattoos
Going out in combat boots
Fuck a Nike shoe
I just spent 300 on a fucking date
Had to flake, call me fucking crazy for not staying just to be berated
Damn, Imma take a year to myself, for my health
All these people acting dumb for some wealth nah
If you walking down this road by your own
Where your bros?
Where your fucking bros at huh?
It ain't complicated, answer the question
And get the fuck out my mentions
You must be lacking attention
I'm steady building up tension
Y'all making random collections
And I'm sorry to your commas but I'm back with a vengeance
Keep on working
Never stopping for nothing
I keep on turning
Never need readjusting
Foot on the pedal, this a do or die
You and I
High flying, low riding
Tope suicide, uh
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up
Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all
Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something
Think I had my fill but it ain't enough
Ugh
It's tragic
I'm out here living lavish
You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage
Everybody talking nonsense
Trynna trust the process
But then I hit 100 on some mob shit
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