Dorian Grey
Yeah
What's to cry about when you look this good, live this good
I hit 40, proud to say that I feel this good
I wake up next to my lady and she feels real good
No divorces, no hate, she want weed and some wood
My bank account went up today, it's like homie we good
My credit score 850+, bankers tell me I'm good
Body fat 12%, smoothies do me some good
Excuse me, this Kush be so good
The stars never aligned for me to rap
But I still hit niggas upside the head with hard facts
Bars smoke niggas like cigars, take it slow
Pocket O's like Cheerios, till the Mills is General
I'm talking regular on all fiscals,
We hide pistols
Everybody wants to be official
I could flick a Bic, why these bitches tryna gaslight
They could kiss the tip, what I spread, damage eye sights
Salute to my team and we beam like a spotlight
Dreams to redeem never seem like a fair fight
But we, put on right, I murder beats all night
Burials and funerals for drum kicks and hi-hats
It's like I'm swimming in a fountain of youth
Dorian Grey, I got my soul hanging up in a booth
Truth, it's like I'm drinking from the fountain of youth
Dorian Grey, paint my picture
Gone
All my people north side, live on and live long
All my people down south, live on and live long
If you from the east side, live on and live long
If you from the west side, live on and live long
All my fam around the world, live on and live long
To my little baby girl, live on and live long
To all the OG's, live on and live long
Salute to hip-hop, live on and live long
Gone
What's to cry about when you look this good, live this good
I hit 40, proud to say that I feel this good
I wake up next to my lady and she feels real good
No divorces, no hate, she want weed and some wood
My bank account went up today, it's like homie we good
My credit score 850+, bankers tell me I'm good
Body fat 12%, smoothies do me some good
Excuse me, this Kush be so good
The stars never aligned for me to rap
But I still hit niggas upside the head with hard facts
Bars smoke niggas like cigars, take it slow
Pocket O's like Cheerios, till the Mills is General
I'm talking regular on all fiscals,
We hide pistols
Everybody wants to be official
I could flick a Bic, why these bitches tryna gaslight
They could kiss the tip, what I spread, damage eye sights
Salute to my team and we beam like a spotlight
Dreams to redeem never seem like a fair fight
But we, put on right, I murder beats all night
Burials and funerals for drum kicks and hi-hats
It's like I'm swimming in a fountain of youth
Dorian Grey, I got my soul hanging up in a booth
Truth, it's like I'm drinking from the fountain of youth
Dorian Grey, paint my picture
Gone
All my people north side, live on and live long
All my people down south, live on and live long
If you from the east side, live on and live long
If you from the west side, live on and live long
All my fam around the world, live on and live long
To my little baby girl, live on and live long
To all the OG's, live on and live long
Salute to hip-hop, live on and live long
Gone
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Writer(s): Jaymes Mentor
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