Télé Couleur IDK

[Intro]
Uh-huh, uh

[Chorus]
See, my side and yo' side never symmetrical
See, my highs and my lows what keep me leveled though
Our vision ain't level 10, it's more level 4, we need more visuals

[Verse 1]
Pardon my richness
I raised the bar, better step up your fitness
And step up your fits, bitch
I'm sick, I need Lipschitz
I make 'em red, they come for my head
Like I'm getting kissed by lipstick
My bitch is ign'ant
She put an H in front Hermès
No H in front of I, unless you earn bread, materialistic
But she get it from her daddy
Thе same one that's payin' for her addy
It is what it is, trick, I comе from the district
My mom used to be strict, my daddy was missin'
I found him in '16, the day that my momma died
I lost him in '18, it hurt, but I didn't cry
My tears came in other forms that's actually worse
But they like, "Whatever works for him
It's better to just ignore 'em
It's better to keep him touring and torn
It's better for him, the green gon' keep him good
Let's go ahead and build a forest
As long as the cash flowin' in, floor it, the gas on
Let's work 'till it crash, like he got bagged with no mask on
Like Jay, do the dash without no seatbelt
That's the norm, you don't need help
Natural born to do it, the tears pourin'
But never in the physical
Expressin' it been difficult
They ask me if I'm good, I say, "Bitch, are you good?"
I just flip it like reciprocal