Elegant

Ayy, I still drink, yeah, on the
Devil at the door I thought about, uh, ayy, ayy

I still drink syrup on the regular
Devil at the door, I thought 'bout lettin' in
I still never choose y'all over medicine
I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman
How I make junkie look elegant?
Tune don't like nobody, and he yellin' it

You can ask, "How much for a verse?" But it's irrelevant
I think all you niggas flat and I'm prayin' you get back
In Skyami in the Bentley, I'd still rather it be a Track'
MOB, that shit the biggest, crush whoever in the path
Niggas think they own yo' soul if they helped you in the past
She think I'm a lying one 'cause she don't sell it, but it's cap
I sent money back home, I thought I made it all for that

I ain't even know what was comin', there's niggas sold they soul for that
I can act like shit 'bout money, but I be speakin' what's on my mind
Would I be taken for what it is? I can't even feel my face, know my, uh
I can't even feel my face, know my heart pumped none
I make youngins run the huddle, I got richer because I'm stubborn
And I still can't fake 'cause it embarrass the ones who love me
If it get ugly, they'll probably go and risk it all for me
I be hopin' it relate, but your life too different from me
And I still can't, ay, ay, ay

I still sip syrup on the regular
Devil at the door, I thought 'bout lettin' in
I'll still never choose y'all over medicine
I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman
How I make junkie look elegant?
Tune don't like nobody, and he yellin' it

Great like that