AuraMan

Everything I do is federal, uh Everything I smoke is medical, uh Baby mother keep calling my job, I guess I'ma killing and felon too, uh These hoes be whack, if it wasnt for my daughter, you would've got whacked I'm tired of the frontin and cap I just want my brothers back Ah, but let's stick to the facts I moved to the west, I ain't looking back When I was in the A, I was running through racks They was showing me love when I was in saks Size 44, don't do Dior, Balenciaga straight from the back Dripping designer, we in the section Hoes looking like, damn, who that Ah, my bitch wants sephora, but I copped the mac She queen, she aim at ya hat Free my bro, can't wait to come back Until then, f*ck all of the rats A1, what's next I'm straight to the top, ain't no looking back Let's run at these M's, while these hoes steady chasing our sacks Ha I'm smoking Zaza, if you need pack, get with Rara Remember rocking Zara, now I rock designer So much drip, can't make my mind up So many cribs, but they can't find us Too many hoes might try to line us Too much fire, now they trying to sign us A1 is you, scrap, you already know that Just copped a Kel-Tec, and it hold 30 with two mags That's about 60 for whoever want that Let my opponent run up on a that Feel like Weezy, show my opponent And it got a beam, let them hold that ATF, calling, ask if you own that ? Biggavell, Biggavell, Biggavell, Biggavell, Biggavell, Biggavell Yeah, that's me Auraman, Auraman, Auraman, Auraman, Auraman, Auraman Oh, that's me She know I'm flea, now she on my D Uh, we getting money, bitch its A3B Yeah Been outside, nigga Just arrived, nigga We outside with them guys, nigga Ha