You won’t ever catch me in the Balmains
I live in these HARENCOS
We just come out to work
I don’t know shit about party clothes
Adios
To broke boy life in my barrio
The 106 dipped but keep consistent
The H860
There he go
Too cold flow
Run it like cardio
No Cartier frames yet
The focus on audio
Soulfull
“Sunbeam” slappin’ you cool fools
And new tools
Traded Mossberg for the duce duce
That’s a classic
8-7-0 with the bird loads
To put holes
In every damn limit the year holds
Clear those
Old roads
Peppered with snow fall
We pushed the X3 round the corner
And skirrtt off
Powdered donuts moments
Not a stitch of jewelry on us
I’m Matthias to you rodents
Check the references you “grown-ups”
In the upper echelon
Put the pressure on
Aerokira
All my dealin’ legal
Like it’s “eff a misdemeanor”
Fill your pockets how you gotta
I will never judge ya either
I just ain’t into narcotta
And I fuckin’ love my freedom
Hard to Kill like Seven Seagull
Used to pull up in a Regal
I don’t drive now I'm a eagle
Love to see my people glee-full
Nice to meet you

Just kidding
No need for new friends
or new trends
You already know that we don’t do blends
That’s uncut
Biotre baggies bulgin Guji gas
Can’t just let it be
I hate when customs cut the doublewrap
Double back
Stuff a couple kilos in a nappy sack
And rush it cross the field
You should call me "Yung Runningback"
Touch down
3 degrees freeze over gold motown
Tennessee breeze over CT nouns
Now had to give it to ya when we back in hometown
That girl too pretty when she wrapped in the sherpa
Wanna get cozy and just feel that inertia
Bomb cyclone outside I ain’t nervous
Bunch of Lincoln logs stacked right of the Persian
WANT les purses
Flawless verses
Sound like worship
Of women with the swerved hips
Service
Might have found god in them soft lips
In the Lindisfarne classic
Mind on traffic
Eyes on the last hit
Boot on the gas
Goin’ rabbit
Team fantastic
We don’t do average
We don’t do plastic
Or synthetic fabrics
Cotton addicts
Ima keep batting
Ima keep swinging till I drop like the Nasdaq

Don’t ever put in me a casket that’s creepy as fuck
Have my brother spread my ashes or roll em in blunt
Now we get to live forever on sonics sort of
Couple peace doves flyin' holdin' branches of love