Man I've never had a life but it was always cinematic
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
East Side Rap came with the feast of diamonds and commas
Their rapping is commerce and comical
Mumble the facts and I'm opposite
I'm finna enter their genre
F*ck all these niggas sarcophagus
Piss on their graves
Piss on their names
Murder the beat
Put on repeat
Just to piss of fans
Can't blow out any nigga that they know is bringing the heat
Opposed to the singing we've reached
But I'd be lying if I said I do not bump when we meet at the club
Out like a light on the drugs
Shoutout to Ye cause he of course the original plug
With them 808s and Heartbreak (heartbreak)
He hit the fadeaway jumper on Sway (on sway)
'Bout to be a legend going for a long way
23 Grammys he the Jordan all day
Man I've never had a life but it was always cinematic
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
Social pressure go and buy the shit
More designer kicks
If they ugly you don't mind
'Lenciaga on the side
Or the Nike tick
Don't worry get the three stripes
Three steps forward on the social ladder no trying
What are those when I got my filas on don't mind
Imma be the way I be
Irregardless of the grind
I stay flexing with my mind
I don't front about the signs
It's a sign of the times that we keep our tags on
Weird flex don't dig that
Corny niggas wearing air max
With the grills but he can't rap
Gold comb but his hair nap
For the gram though hold the tears back
Hear that Feel sad
For the kids that are on that
See the new brons they want that
There are things I wanna figure out
Before I go and start to get figures out
El Dorado and go gold physical
Do y'all like when I slow spit this style?
And talk 'bout real social issues
How you get screwed with your own initials?
Signing on to Facebook and all them bitches
In the name of social put all your pictures out there
Your address is a mile where?
Just a Google search away
Just use tools to search your name
Your camera includes the CIA
They see you when you screw your fiancée
Who's in the light is it you or Beyoncé?
That's crazy and depressed I'm beyond saying
In God's name where's our privacy?
I'm online and see a weird variety
Of people treating this shit like a diary
This will feed a fit of pure anxiety
But I digress
I guess I use too
I'm not a hypocrite, if you do then that's your problem
I'm sure you know that I won't solve 'em
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Man I've never had a life but it was always cinematic
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
East Side Rap came with the feast of diamonds and commas
Their rapping is commerce and comical
Mumble the facts and I'm opposite
I'm finna enter their genre
F*ck all these niggas sarcophagus
Piss on their graves
Piss on their names
Murder the beat
Put on repeat
Just to piss of fans
Can't blow out any nigga that they know is bringing the heat
Opposed to the singing we've reached
But I'd be lying if I said I do not bump when we meet at the club
Out like a light on the drugs
Shoutout to Ye cause he of course the original plug
With them 808s and Heartbreak (heartbreak)
He hit the fadeaway jumper on Sway (on sway)
'Bout to be a legend going for a long way
23 Grammys he the Jordan all day
Man I've never had a life but it was always cinematic
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
Social pressure go and buy the shit
More designer kicks
If they ugly you don't mind
'Lenciaga on the side
Or the Nike tick
Don't worry get the three stripes
Three steps forward on the social ladder no trying
What are those when I got my filas on don't mind
Imma be the way I be
Irregardless of the grind
I stay flexing with my mind
I don't front about the signs
It's a sign of the times that we keep our tags on
Weird flex don't dig that
Corny niggas wearing air max
With the grills but he can't rap
Gold comb but his hair nap
For the gram though hold the tears back
Hear that Feel sad
For the kids that are on that
See the new brons they want that
There are things I wanna figure out
Before I go and start to get figures out
El Dorado and go gold physical
Do y'all like when I slow spit this style?
And talk 'bout real social issues
How you get screwed with your own initials?
Signing on to Facebook and all them bitches
In the name of social put all your pictures out there
Your address is a mile where?
Just a Google search away
Just use tools to search your name
Your camera includes the CIA
They see you when you screw your fiancée
Who's in the light is it you or Beyoncé?
That's crazy and depressed I'm beyond saying
In God's name where's our privacy?
I'm online and see a weird variety
Of people treating this shit like a diary
This will feed a fit of pure anxiety
But I digress
I guess I use too
I'm not a hypocrite, if you do then that's your problem
I'm sure you know that I won't solve 'em
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
East Side Rap came with the feast of diamonds and commas
Their rapping is commerce and comical
Mumble the facts and I'm opposite
I'm finna enter their genre
F*ck all these niggas sarcophagus
Piss on their graves
Piss on their names
Murder the beat
Put on repeat
Just to piss of fans
Can't blow out any nigga that they know is bringing the heat
Opposed to the singing we've reached
But I'd be lying if I said I do not bump when we meet at the club
Out like a light on the drugs
Shoutout to Ye cause he of course the original plug
With them 808s and Heartbreak (heartbreak)
He hit the fadeaway jumper on Sway (on sway)
'Bout to be a legend going for a long way
23 Grammys he the Jordan all day
Man I've never had a life but it was always cinematic
Get your status with job man apply mathematics
Buy phantom buy a Patek
Get a grill be a addict
Fantasize bout the fattest hides
And the biggest palace
Get the gold
Get the chains
Get the rolls
Get the Benz
It's a trend
Motherf*cker I don't care if we gon die in the end
Imma buy
Imma buy
Imma buy
Anything
Diamond rings
And the rims
And them gold studded tims
Social pressure go and buy the shit
More designer kicks
If they ugly you don't mind
'Lenciaga on the side
Or the Nike tick
Don't worry get the three stripes
Three steps forward on the social ladder no trying
What are those when I got my filas on don't mind
Imma be the way I be
Irregardless of the grind
I stay flexing with my mind
I don't front about the signs
It's a sign of the times that we keep our tags on
Weird flex don't dig that
Corny niggas wearing air max
With the grills but he can't rap
Gold comb but his hair nap
For the gram though hold the tears back
Hear that Feel sad
For the kids that are on that
See the new brons they want that
There are things I wanna figure out
Before I go and start to get figures out
El Dorado and go gold physical
Do y'all like when I slow spit this style?
And talk 'bout real social issues
How you get screwed with your own initials?
Signing on to Facebook and all them bitches
In the name of social put all your pictures out there
Your address is a mile where?
Just a Google search away
Just use tools to search your name
Your camera includes the CIA
They see you when you screw your fiancée
Who's in the light is it you or Beyoncé?
That's crazy and depressed I'm beyond saying
In God's name where's our privacy?
I'm online and see a weird variety
Of people treating this shit like a diary
This will feed a fit of pure anxiety
But I digress
I guess I use too
I'm not a hypocrite, if you do then that's your problem
I'm sure you know that I won't solve 'em
Writer: Chidera Okoli
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