vogue

F*ck bro, this shit feel like clocking in Man Nah I'm just playing Look, "biggest underdog, rookie of the year" whatever you wanna call it THE NAMES MICHAEL ANGELO Yea My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my sole So much keef inside my spliff you'd think I'm beefing wit' So I ain't tryna lose no weight why would I settle wit' hoe Flight in the a.m. just for balance spent tonight on the road Swear she adore me but just challenge leaving liars alone Not gone lie, I just can't manage letting lighters get cold She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue Uh, they need to sign me to Vogue She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue Can't get caught up in a lie if Ion' never tell one Momma damn near wanna cry my brother think I smell funny It's my favorite kind of hobby 'cus I'm making sales from it Yup, I'm making sales from it Why his dumbass do the crime and he ain't go no bail money Okayyyy, okay I'm knowing numbers finna climb with anything my hands touch They bound to listen when I speak it 'cus I bleed from my soul I'm on the East but rushing back 'cus I had got me a show They under me I feel the static 'cus they know Imma blow She gon' state the obvious like girl we know that I'm blowed, what Girl we know that I'm blowed Look I'm turning knowledge into dollars niggas never gon' owe She admire my approach and I just move how I should You out looking for a coach then you won't do me no good How you get it out the mud and you like wool in the hood It's niggas trapping to my shit so I got pull in the hood Ion' bottle nothing up 'cus she can't see me explode She just wanna know me better but don't read what I wrote, look And my Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone All them losses part of living get my scheduled condolence I ain't in no new position without checking for Trojans, yea I just touched down in the city I ain't check in wit' no one nigga My Margiela splattered red just like I bleed from my soul Ain't it something I turn heads just off the seeds that I sow It gotta be if it ain't bread gon' head and leave me alone Look Yeah I'm clashing domes wit' lower levels stepping out of they roles It's niggas eating off my name I'm so proud of my clones She just folded off the site they need to sign me to Vogue