[Chorus: Young Adz]
TT, I just blessed the fiends
I don't need no press machine
I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water
Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered
Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me
Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me
[Verse 1: DigDat]
I know they want my soul
That's why mummy said don't trust them
Got no time for no hoes
Just fuck them, don't love them
My heart's in fully
When it's beef, don't do part time
Think I'm running out of luck
It feels like I'm on my last life
When everybody left
Still had my brothers 'cause they stayed too
They lying niggas, ain't true
It's funny, I see straight through
Bro eighteen, he got eighteen
Judge just threw that book at him
Fuck fame, got all this pain
Don't feel the same when I look at him
TT, I just blessed the fiends
I don't need no press machine
I'm seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water
Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine
Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered
Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me
Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me
Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me
Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me
[Verse 1: DigDat]
I know they want my soul
That's why mummy said don't trust them
Got no time for no hoes
Just fuck them, don't love them
My heart's in fully
When it's beef, don't do part time
Think I'm running out of luck
It feels like I'm on my last life
When everybody left
Still had my brothers 'cause they stayed too
They lying niggas, ain't true
It's funny, I see straight through
Bro eighteen, he got eighteen
Judge just threw that book at him
Fuck fame, got all this pain
Don't feel the same when I look at him
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