THEY DON’T GET IT PORCHY (Ft. Cianna Blaze)

[Verse 1: Porchy]
Yea
They don't get it
I put my life on my legacy
Ice on my neck, no ice on my Hennessy
Balenciagas on my feet — ain't cheap
That why I get the bag, before I sleep, no chat
No snakes in my camp, can't chill with them
Can't take man for fool again
I spend it all, but its come right back
My cash like a Boomerang
Now peng tings, wanna cook me paela (yea)
When I'm chilling in Venezuela (yea)
I know, wicked I flow
True soldier no G.I. Joe (pew-pew-pew)
Never home, when I'm flipping the stack I go ghost
Jet set, there's no tickets for flights, I won't hold
I ain't never seen 'em put a pawn into play
Still, they wanna "check me" for the corn and fame, nah
I ain't never been about that life
I did it, I did it, I'm alright
I put it, put it, put it on my life
Real haters you get boom, bye-bye

[Pre-Chorus: Porchy]
High when I write these rhymes
They wanna say "Hi", they don't really know me
Now they want to copy my style
I see them try but make it sound weak