Designer Crack

Oh dis outfit right hea
Dis hea designer miss lady
(here we go again)
Dis hea det if you know you know
I use to sell crack baby (right)
Im so really really extremely rich
(you told us before)
You too broke to pay
You cant eem guess how much I paid for dis
(nobody cares)

Dis det designer ish
Ian eem gone lie
I can't pronounce it
I just know how much I spent
You can't afford it
Dis more than yo rent
Yall might say I'm hating
But alla det sound stupid to me
Trynna flex
Like how you feel like you winning
When you really just overpaid
But dets what yo stupid ass get
I really dont understand no mo
Errbody wanna sell drugs and wear designer clothes
Lord knows we need a change right now
Ion think they see the pain right now
They all doing the same thang right now
Rapped about selling drugs so you can gone and run it up
Den you blew up and flew outta state just to
Buy clothes at an astronomical rate
You went from being a hustler to being stupid and getting played
(big stupid)
But let you tell it
These white folks hate to see you rich
(no dey dont)
I doubt that because of how you be spending it
We know yo money legit
But have you caught on to it?
Dese white folks sold you capitalism
Yo stupid ass bought that too!
Always ask myself
If Harriet Tubman had a billy what you think she would do?
What you do wit yo money is really up to you
But what you spend money on is what represent you
You don't support black brands (nope)
You'll rather spend wit tha white folks
Den you come call us niggas
And tell us to figure out how to get richer
And buy all the stuff that you buying
Highflying and gifting extravagant gifts and big trips
Right hand to god ion envy the life they live
(its the disrespect for me)

If im keeping it all the way real
That illuminati stuff might just be real
If not then whats the deal its too real
This stupid ass stuff been going on for over twenty years
Sell crack never shop off the sale rack
Its all messing up the kids
Dey wanna rap
Dey wanna hustle
Dey want allada trap stuff
But most of em never make it because they end up in handcuffs

You sell crack profit off of that
(really did det)
Come to the track to rant and rave about tha trap
(Aye, but the trap is really where I found myself)
Ten years later you still profiting off of crack
(Aye! really had dem packs)
But yeen sold since you started selling tracks
(Aye, I really was det guy)

Aye, look at dis right hea
I cant make it up
Dey sell drugs
They use the drugs
And they all real sus (dirty sprite)
They don't like women for real
So dey aint neva making love
Only hear bout love and loyalty
When they talmbout dey bros
Forget dem Oooos
I guess thats what you gotta say to be a rapper today
But let yo lame ass homeboy stay
And dude dont pay for his kids
He don't even watch em hmm
He not really a daddy
Den say you dont like lames
Boy you capping
Steady dapping a lame ass dude up
For real tell me whats up
Alphabet gay
Professional gay
I really dont understand if you dont like men
Why do you stay lookin for their approval

Never mind put a pin in that
Okay so why in every song you gotta tell us
These girls dont mean nothing to ya?
Hop on the track and straight up tell on yo shooter
And yo stupid ass grinning thinking det you couldn't be cooler
You cant forget to remind em det you got shooters
Det is until the DA come to ya