So Be It Pt. II
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Sixteen thousand square
Eight million up there, two million down here
When I was born, grandmama could see it
I be Bentley-driven and very strategic
RM sleeve, no diamonds are needed
Floors are heated, so be it, so be it
Fuck with P, get somethin' to meet ya
Your soul don't like your body, we help you free it
Then we wait for TMZ to leak it
It ain't no secret, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it
C-L-I-P, S-E-F-B, 8 Ball, LV
I could show you how to bust a brick if you let me
I monogram like confetti, switches ready
She leanin' on Celine 'cause she ain't steppin' in Giuseppe
Catch a buck fifty like each Pirelli
I got eight of 'em, call me Andretti
If I'm not in a telly sellin' a Yeti
Then I'm twirlin' your bitch like she in spaghetti
Heavy, circle back and come and get this Kelly
And your ears too if you want 'em blue like Belly
Lot of jetting, Prada bedding, 911s
I'm the who's who with what's what, poppa Heaven
Fuck around and get your body traced tryna test me
'Cause niggas that I'm with like to draw when it's sketchy
If they catch me, don't forget me, resurrect me
Buy your dawg packs the same place that they baguette me, ski
Smoke, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it, so be it
You ain't solid, ain't valid, you ain't Malice
Been quiet, ain't riot, you ain't Paris
Blow money, you owe money, we ain't balanced
You ain't believe God did, you ain't Khaled
All black, back to back, this ain't traffic
Can't wrap your head 'round that, you ain't Arab
Y'all tweet bird talk, we all parrots
Lone star 'cross the border, we like Dallas
Twenty-one gun salute, we been savage
Tag 'em up, add 'em up, fuck leverage
Fly 'em in, fly 'em out, only the baddest
If I had her, then you had her, she never mattered
Wish upon the stars on my roof, they all scattered
Ain't no more Neptune, so peace, Saturn
Off the first ski-up, they re-up, it's a pattern
Like middlemen, they killin' them, you know what happened, ski
Smoke, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it
You cried in front of me, you died in front of me
Calabasas took your bitch and your pride in front of me
Her utopia had moved right up the street
And her lip gloss was poppin', she ain't need you to eat
The 'net gon' call it the way that they see it
But I got the video, I can share and AE it
They wouldn't believe it, but I can't unsee it
Lucky I ain't TMZ it, fuck it, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it, so be it
Smoke, so be it, so be it