[Intro: Estee Nack]
[?], you know what I'm sayin’?
We don't want 'em to know what’s goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas don't know what's goin' on yet, know what I’m sayin’?
That's... that’s called growing pains
It's an adjustment period, you feel me?
'Cause this is real genuine art, real culture
See, that's what what me move, know what I’m sayin'?
Culture is a way of life, that's what we do, we livin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everything I do in my muthafuckin' life, my G, it's part of this muthafuckin' art
I'm paintin' a muthafuckin' brushstroke every time I take a step, boy
I wake up in the morning and take beautiful breaths, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma do that shit 'til ain't nothin' left, ya heard?
[?], son
[Verse: Estee Nack]
Had to whip out the Crockpot, switch the pants
Switzerland, Russian guns in the whip as if this shit Sudan
First nigga get outta hand, he gets a tan
I could turn half a figure to morе than fifty grand
Pissed and ran, jetted swift
Crеated distance in the creamy i750, then fled to Poughkeepsie
Next to me, God gettin' [?], yo
We uplifted the golden cups, crispy cocaine cut Crisco
Flow Ted Kaczynski, smoke sensi, supreme [?], yo, Allah sent me
I said to be theyself, 'ssentially
Century of self, sensually, all these Spanish mamis
Success' saboteur in Ferragamo accessory
A lotta seasonin' our accessory, this our muthafuckin' destiny
Desert Eagle get deadly, less questioning
Money makin' enemies turn to memory, niggas dead in the penitentiary
I been dressin' elegant since elementary
They wasn't feedin' niggas' soul, and niggas know love
Confidentially sold drugs, smoke a opp
After he been rolled up in an old rug, pull the plug
Thumb the bank note, thank you, we not thumpin' with no thugs
Whole jugg, I ain't even know who the ho was
Bitch pussy kinda stink, shit ruined my whole buzz
Corner with a Glock 9 weapon and swole lungs, no
Money come first, if you threaten, I blow guns
[?], you know what I'm sayin’?
We don't want 'em to know what’s goin' on, you know what I'm sayin'?
Y'all niggas don't know what's goin' on yet, know what I’m sayin’?
That's... that’s called growing pains
It's an adjustment period, you feel me?
'Cause this is real genuine art, real culture
See, that's what what me move, know what I’m sayin'?
Culture is a way of life, that's what we do, we livin' shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everything I do in my muthafuckin' life, my G, it's part of this muthafuckin' art
I'm paintin' a muthafuckin' brushstroke every time I take a step, boy
I wake up in the morning and take beautiful breaths, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'ma do that shit 'til ain't nothin' left, ya heard?
[?], son
[Verse: Estee Nack]
Had to whip out the Crockpot, switch the pants
Switzerland, Russian guns in the whip as if this shit Sudan
First nigga get outta hand, he gets a tan
I could turn half a figure to morе than fifty grand
Pissed and ran, jetted swift
Crеated distance in the creamy i750, then fled to Poughkeepsie
Next to me, God gettin' [?], yo
We uplifted the golden cups, crispy cocaine cut Crisco
Flow Ted Kaczynski, smoke sensi, supreme [?], yo, Allah sent me
I said to be theyself, 'ssentially
Century of self, sensually, all these Spanish mamis
Success' saboteur in Ferragamo accessory
A lotta seasonin' our accessory, this our muthafuckin' destiny
Desert Eagle get deadly, less questioning
Money makin' enemies turn to memory, niggas dead in the penitentiary
I been dressin' elegant since elementary
They wasn't feedin' niggas' soul, and niggas know love
Confidentially sold drugs, smoke a opp
After he been rolled up in an old rug, pull the plug
Thumb the bank note, thank you, we not thumpin' with no thugs
Whole jugg, I ain't even know who the ho was
Bitch pussy kinda stink, shit ruined my whole buzz
Corner with a Glock 9 weapon and swole lungs, no
Money come first, if you threaten, I blow guns
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