Philanthropy
Popularity ยท Low
YouTube
Searching YouTube...
Lyrics
Alright
Yeah
Dom NX on the beat
Come on
Ayy
Get the bag and give it right back out just like philanthropy
Thought it was the cops, it's neighborhood watch, the vigilante freaks
Beat bumping hit the shoulder lean while I roll my weed
Quit fuckin' askin' if I'm done yet and let me roll in peace
I'm in the 941 but in my heart, always be 843
Still in the studio at 8 o'clock, got in here before 3
I couldn't act right for none of my teachers, fuck a ACT
Got the most talent up in America, put me on AGT
How you say you inhaling the weed if you ain't hit no ghost?
These bitches keep on talkin' yada yada, shut the fuck up hoe
I just hit up Yadda, we make commas just to talk that smoke
The plug ain't answerin', I'm mad as fuck, I damn near broke my phone
Bro had to kick this bitch up out the whip cause she was off the coke
Birds of a feather flock together, I'm so fly I don't
Like the chiropractor, I got joints in this bitch for the low
Just met up with the mirror men and then I seen the goat
I don't dance but I might fuck around and hit the folks
They raving bout my run, Lamar Jackson, I been stuck on go
Fuck the court, they suspended my license, I'm tryna hit the road
I feel like Rachael Ray, keep cookin' up and puttin' on a show
Unfortunate turn of events, I just call that life
If it ain't snowin', I ain't goin', that's just not my type
Air Jordan in this 3-5, I'm finna take up flight
The za got my voice deep as hell, sound like RMC Mike
Damn, nev-never car jacked but stole 500 bikes
Rinse wash repeat, stack up a hundred like 800 times
Only 16, I ain't even in my motherfuckin' prime
Been watchin' everybody stay the same while I stack and climb
Yeah, come on
Alright, Yadda
Come on, come fuck this bitch up real quick
Forever Fresh
If you shop with me once, you comin' back like a curl route
Yeah, this some light shit, I ain't even bring it all out
I been busy chasin' money while these niggas chasin' after clout
Oh shit, I heard he had the sauce, what happened? Guess it burnt out
Nah, they can't see the new spot, lining headies at the station
You shoppin' petty, cop a bigger bag, I won't keep you waiting
Shit, I'm ballin' off the green and the white like I'm Jason Tatum
Yadda M.I.A. gettin' paid, probably why they hating
I ain't even left, my headie askin', what's my ETA
These niggas fucked up, ain't in a crib, ain't got a place to stay
I can crack G's in third person, ain't gotta show my face
I'm rollin' hard before I tweak out, please give me space
Pull up, get my pape, then you know I'm yankin' right off
Built this line up with headies, I could never answer to a boss
Shit, I feel like Chris Tuck, I can show you that this money talks
Fuck a safe, use the shoe box till I need a vault
Get the bag and give it right back out just like philanthropy
Thought it was the cops, it's neighborhood watch, the vigilante freaks
Beat bumping hit the shoulder lean while I roll my weed
Quit fuckin' askin' if I'm done yet and let me roll in peace
I'm in the 941 but in my heart, always be 843
Still in the studio at 8 o'clock, got in here before 3
I couldn't act right for none of my teachers, fuck a ACT
Got the most talent up in America, put me on AGT