Platonic Khary (Ft. GRIP)

[Intro: GRIP]
Uh, look

[Verse 1: GRIP]
They don't wanna see me win
Back like 23 again
Hope you niggas had a field day
Summer's coming, I'ma kill May
Murked June, I'ma murder July
Where you been, you never heard of this guy?
Niggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why?
Never been the type of person to lie
Turnin' y'all into the trap
Fuck a pair of slacks, a shirt and a tie
Had to get this shit the harder way
Me and Khary- Shaq and Penny Hardaway
Fuck around and make the magic happen
Smoke and mirrors like Imagine Dragons
Tryna be active on radio
Takin' off, up and away we go
No advance, but some "Maybe-so"'s
Need the pesos, like ándale
Vámonos, rápido
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
To rap on tracks, I'm tryna up the status quote
Been on a whole 'nother wave
They know they can never surf with me
Only those that got it out the dirt with me
Rappers sayin' they the 'god'
I'm guessin' I'm atheist, then
Dancin' with Satan again
They say I'm trippin'
'Cause I'm choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, uh
That's just the space that I'm in, yeah
I'd rather keep it a buck, uh
Fuck tryna fake and pretend