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Alter Prayer
Elcamino
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Yo, yo
Yo, uh, yo
I rock Tom Ford to your funeral
Y'all are removable, there's residue between my cuticles
My closet look like Zoboomafoo, my bitch is beautiful
I know she don't say much, but she a shooting troop (Richard Kelly)
I seen this all before, dreams about loss and foreigns
Niggas be lost in they forties, I lost forty
Then I broke thirty laws with the .40
Grind heavy, then shine shortly
Uh, that been my motto since a shorty
Uh, two thousand dollar fit, I'm lookin' sporty
My own boss, don't make an employee
This ankle monitor, keep me fuckin' your shorty
We was just kids that wanted the glory
I had every Pelle leather and color Mauris
Uh, same story, uh
Bow your head before you stand before me
Leave your shirt red as my slime Ferrari
I took the bitch to Bvlgari just to eat calamari
Custom Gucci from Dapper Dan, I know nobody got it
I know you a bum, I'll let you use the rocket
I'm like, why don't you use the rocket?
I'm like, why don't you use the rocket?
I'm really only wearin' shit twice, so, you know
I'm really into stylin'
Niggas make a few dollars and dip they Impala
Roll up the finest, champagne showers
I stack my bread up, tall as the Eiffel Tower
Uh, my crib on the hill
I rock the bubble goose and wind chill
I told the bitch to chill before champagne get spilled
Uh, this a two hundred thousand dollar whip
On probation with the nine on me still
Just know you harborin' drugs if I'm payin' your bills (Splash)
My mom told me that I was a mastermind 'cause I go after mines
And you know I'm upper echelon
If you love your bitch, then go buy you a hair salon
My lil' bitch look like Solange
I'm in the coupe, this shit like one of moms
This verse remind me of songs
Woah, don't be alarmed
Your body parts folded in the car like a Decepticon
Hardly ever knew Happy Days, I never met The Fonz
But vowed to never starve
Since Andrรฉs put a rock in my palm (Don)
Now your reign at the top is shorter than leprechauns'
Offspring (Don), my soft thing
Clear your nasal congestion in seconds, I reckon
Step out of LAX in 911s, the mirrors
My mind is to be cherished (Woah)
Bitches want stones in the cherubs
I fed 'em Guava Juniors, opportunists (Woah)
Still in Diego to cop the tuna, clockin' mula
My money purple and blue like my pockets is bruisin'
We talkin' different languages, I know you find it confusin'
I been movin', no bubble wrap, I rap perfectly (Perfect)
Found out cats I respected been sniffin' and that shit's hurtin' me
Similar to death and taxes, I'm a certainty
I burn and leave the bill, season mil'
The bitch wanna party, I let her eat a pill
This is life
I'm livin' for family who could read the kites
And youngins buggin', ready to shoot somethin' for needle and Sprite
You'll be aight, just save a couple
Dollars for the thunderstorm (Be aight)
'Cause I bet it get chilly when the gun is warm
Nothin' more, fuck a opp
We only drop butter, drippin' grass, alright?
Heard you talkin' fly and you been lookin' like the hassa type
Close your mouth, I send a gabinazo with the plunger out
Yeah, they signed son, but he still livin' in his mother house (Woah)
Eatin' sandwiches with bologna, I might say Budapest
Never seen a real OG issue computer threats
Choose your steps wisely, fake rappers despise me
'Cause I'm out here rockin' more Hugo Boss than a Nazi (Okay)
Watchin' you sleep like Bill Cosby (Okay)
You won't hear my footsteps in the dark like the Isleys, woah
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