vogue
Fuck bro, this shit feel like clocking in
Man
Nah I'm just playing
Look, "biggest underdog, rookie of the year" whatever you wanna call it
THE NAMES MICHAEL ANGELO
Yea
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my sole
So much keef inside my spliff you'd think I'm beefing wit' So
I ain't tryna lose no weight why would I settle wit' hoe
Flight in the a.m. just for balance spent tonight on the road
Swear she adore me but just challenge leaving liars alone
Not gone lie, I just can't manage letting lighters get cold
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
Uh, they need to sign me to Vogue
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
Can't get caught up in a lie if Ion' never tell one
Momma damn near wanna cry my brother think I smell funny
It's my favorite kind of hobby 'cus I'm making sales from it
Yup, I'm making sales from it
Why his dumbass do the crime and he ain't go no bail money
Okayyyy, okay
I'm knowing numbers finna climb with anything my hands touch
They bound to listen when I speak it 'cus I bleed from my soul
I'm on the East but rushing back 'cus I had got me a show
They under me I feel the static 'cus they know Imma blow
She gon' state the obvious like girl we know that I'm blowed, what
Girl we know that I'm blowed
Look
I'm turning knowledge into dollars niggas never gon' owe
She admire my approach and I just move how I should
You out looking for a coach then you won't do me no good
How you get it out the mud and you like wool in the hood
It's niggas trapping to my shit so I got pull in the hood
Ion' bottle nothing up 'cus she can't see me explode
She just wanna know me better but don't read what I wrote, look
And my Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow
It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone
All them losses part of living get my scheduled condolence
I ain't in no new position without checking for Trojans, yea
I just touched down in the city I ain't check in wit' no one nigga
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow
It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone
Look
Yeah
I'm clashing domes wit' lower levels stepping out of they roles
It's niggas eating off my name I'm so proud of my clones
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
Man
Nah I'm just playing
Look, "biggest underdog, rookie of the year" whatever you wanna call it
THE NAMES MICHAEL ANGELO
Yea
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my sole
So much keef inside my spliff you'd think I'm beefing wit' So
I ain't tryna lose no weight why would I settle wit' hoe
Flight in the a.m. just for balance spent tonight on the road
Swear she adore me but just challenge leaving liars alone
Not gone lie, I just can't manage letting lighters get cold
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
Uh, they need to sign me to Vogue
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
Can't get caught up in a lie if Ion' never tell one
Momma damn near wanna cry my brother think I smell funny
It's my favorite kind of hobby 'cus I'm making sales from it
Yup, I'm making sales from it
Why his dumbass do the crime and he ain't go no bail money
Okayyyy, okay
I'm knowing numbers finna climb with anything my hands touch
They bound to listen when I speak it 'cus I bleed from my soul
I'm on the East but rushing back 'cus I had got me a show
They under me I feel the static 'cus they know Imma blow
She gon' state the obvious like girl we know that I'm blowed, what
Girl we know that I'm blowed
Look
I'm turning knowledge into dollars niggas never gon' owe
She admire my approach and I just move how I should
You out looking for a coach then you won't do me no good
How you get it out the mud and you like wool in the hood
It's niggas trapping to my shit so I got pull in the hood
Ion' bottle nothing up 'cus she can't see me explode
She just wanna know me better but don't read what I wrote, look
And my Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow
It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone
All them losses part of living get my scheduled condolence
I ain't in no new position without checking for Trojans, yea
I just touched down in the city I ain't check in wit' no one nigga
My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul
Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow
It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone
Look
Yeah
I'm clashing domes wit' lower levels stepping out of they roles
It's niggas eating off my name I'm so proud of my clones
She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue
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