[Chorus: AK]
Uh AK winnin', stackin' rubber bands
VS diamonds all up in my hands
Panties soakin' if she take a glance
Leave that semi smokin' if you take a chance
Yeah he locin' but a conscious man
I just live my truth and watch the guap expand
Brooklyn nigga in the south of France
I remember eatin' food up out the can
Now a nigga switchin' lanes though
This a Tesla stupid, I don't steer hoe
I been workin' in my lair bro
Makin' fire music, burn your earlobes
Livin' lucid with my peers though
Ain't no better feelin' when your fears gone
Hit the reefer 'til I'm airborne
'Til the reaper take me, I'm in rare form
[Verse: AK]
All of my niggas they different
You a fuckboy keep yo' distance
Blue handkerchief 'round the pistol
You leakin' blood but we crippin'
I'm second to none and you Pippen
Don't share my blunt, you got symptoms
I'm on a hunt for the millions
I get in and free all the real ones
These niggas they slackin' they stay in place
While I travel the world like a pilgrim
Couldn't be ordinary civilians
It be hard to explain it's a feelin'
Tell my momma I got it, I'll be the bank
Like my paper way up past the ceiling
Tell my niggas I'm ridin', I'm in the tank
And I'm feelin' like I got no limits
Uh AK winnin', stackin' rubber bands
VS diamonds all up in my hands
Panties soakin' if she take a glance
Leave that semi smokin' if you take a chance
Yeah he locin' but a conscious man
I just live my truth and watch the guap expand
Brooklyn nigga in the south of France
I remember eatin' food up out the can
Now a nigga switchin' lanes though
This a Tesla stupid, I don't steer hoe
I been workin' in my lair bro
Makin' fire music, burn your earlobes
Livin' lucid with my peers though
Ain't no better feelin' when your fears gone
Hit the reefer 'til I'm airborne
'Til the reaper take me, I'm in rare form
[Verse: AK]
All of my niggas they different
You a fuckboy keep yo' distance
Blue handkerchief 'round the pistol
You leakin' blood but we crippin'
I'm second to none and you Pippen
Don't share my blunt, you got symptoms
I'm on a hunt for the millions
I get in and free all the real ones
These niggas they slackin' they stay in place
While I travel the world like a pilgrim
Couldn't be ordinary civilians
It be hard to explain it's a feelin'
Tell my momma I got it, I'll be the bank
Like my paper way up past the ceiling
Tell my niggas I'm ridin', I'm in the tank
And I'm feelin' like I got no limits
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