Bottomline

Five bands in all blues, that's a light pack.
Call me Telle Hefner, text her she gone write back.
They see me balling, now they tryna come right back.
My dawg just got a case, I tell em we gone fight that.
Five percent the windows, can't see who inside.
Bet my dawg hanging out the window, when it's time to ride.
I bet i eat & then my brothers eat that's bottom line.
I ain't hate on no man, I had to wait in line.

Closed mouths don't get fed, I'm on the block like who you bank with?
I had to get my money up, I got tired of the same shit.
I told lil brodie, Im gone kick the door down just be patient.
But sometimes I feel like these niggas don't believe.
Seen my brother soul leave, why ain't you wait for me?
They killed my brother, seen it on instagram and hit my knees.
I'm gone make you proud nigga, save a spot for me.
This Cartier cologne compliments this off-white tee.

Just a dirty project nigga, tryna live like the fresh prince.
I hit me a lick, and been thumbing through a check since.
Nike gloves, go catch a body & cover up the fresh prints.
In them trenches, seen yo day 1 treat you like a stranger.
He stood over him & caught that body like a gangster.
The way we got that money, it ain't never come with paystubs.
I pour my lean on top of ice, I can't feel my face much.
I pour my lean on top of ice & i can't feel my...
Five bands in all blues, that's a light pack.
Call me Telle Hefner, text her she gone write back.
They see me balling, now they tryna come right back.
My dawg just got a case, I tell em we gone fight that.
Five percent the windows, can't see who inside.
Bet my dawg hanging out the window, when it's time to ride.
I bet i eat & then my brothers eat that's bottom line.
I ain't hate on no man, I had to wait in line.



Credits
Writer(s): Jatelle Wilcher
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