![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I’m styling) (Feast yo eyes, bitch) No cash, smoke grass with my broke ass Write raps in the notepad Niggas ain’t got no swag No soul, no class Hoes see the gold Rolex Bitches on the bozak, know that On my case like Kojak My format, in a room, all black, playing Bobby Womack In the streets like a nomad 4-4 mag in the coat, black More crack, those stacks Homes sip the cognac Out in Commack Stone cold mack, bitch I'm a throwback Load Mac's Limbs don’t grow back when a nigga’s bones crack Drag a nigga on his own track so bad it get road rash Blast at you broke heads, we tryna get more bread Whack niggas eat a dick like cokeheads from Copiague Catch me, It's so bootleg So I get Frank Lopez Still spit it so grotesque Don’t protest cuz I hold Tecs In my low sweats, you’re no threat Bitch you’re like a Bowflex Model chicks on Prozac Lil’ homie that’s just show biz Uh, I hide my tears They think They think it’s all smooth I hide my tears (nah) from the crowd by smiling (I smile, I smile baby) I go out and spend my money so they can see me styling, (Yeah. ![]()
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