Born Legends (feat. Ave.)

New phone (Bail!) Make a new song Brand new phone, Vitiligo diamonds two-tone By the way he flex, you would think that boy was too strong She too grown, waiting her whole life to do wrong She been hurt, had to tell that girl to move on You moving fast, fast, fast I damn near thought that we was racing Kinda sad that niggas go they whole life and be basic Can't go out bad, bad, bad, shit that's just how my mama raised me Young, rich, living breathing legends in the making All this money on me, how much is the fucking question? I throw it up, it get to storming like the fucking X-Men Got brothers now, when I get married, who gone be my best man? All these diamonds on me, now she wanna be my best friend Don't put your two cents in if you don't wanna get invested Bro was a bitch, so I'ma treat him like he fucking less than My ego getting too big, my girl want me to f*ck around and shrink Shit I'm getting faded as f*ck, this shit so loud I can't hear myself think I'm OC, I'll OD, on no sleep nigga, no peace I go hard, no OT, if I go broke then I won't eat The big cap but no king like ML but with no dreams My black card recycled, when I swipe it, that bitch go green Ha ha, that's a good joke, only OG's really know what that mean She give head with no shoulders, no toes, and she on both knees Shit, if he pass it, I'ma face it like goatee She say she know me, I don't Noah like Joakim Brand new phone, Vitiligo diamonds two-tone By the way he flex, you would think that boy was too strong She too grown, waiting her whole life to do wrong She been hurt, had to tell that girl to move on You moving fast, fast, fast I damn near thought that we was racing Kinda sad that niggas go they whole life and be basic Can't go out bad, bad, bad, shit that's just how my mama raised me Young, rich, living breathing legends in the making I be buying shit in pounds, no weight, not talking four QP's Nigga its England on all of my trousers so pip pip, cheerio, goofy's Might put a hole in one, it ain't no Tiger in woods, my niggas just blow trees That's just a windy Chi baby in all of us, I'm from the hundreds like Drew Brees Hail Mary, deep sea songs, Ocean Ave. wavy like when your hand shaking to say hello Three peat bongs, we higher than Lakers and ball like Lucille or LaMelo A BC bond, Before all the crushes and fakeness and rap niggas hating She go either way like the titles of faded, I'm proud of G, I know we all gonna make it I know, I know, I messed up again But a side note, my bro just asked can he hit These bitch keep knocking, uh, come in New light skin, got a brand new truck, and the seats too high, so the bitch climb in But the bitch can't drive, so I tell the girl to buckle up That's me on the ringtone Why the f*ck they calling my phone, all these niggas they be sucking us Niggas in the paid just to go broke, laughing cause I know I'm finna do the same thing, I'ma f*ck it up F*ck it up, mm Ocean Ave., Prada G out the sandbox, nigga my slime since the motherfucking womb Realest niggas in the motherfucking room, big ass chop in this motherfucker room Brand new phone, Vitiligo diamonds two-tone By the way he flex, you would think that boy was too strong She too grown, waiting her whole life to do wrong Say Prada G, when you gone drop a new song? Say Prada G, when you gone drop a new song? (Fast, fast, fast) Say Prada G, when you gone drop a new song? (Fast, fast, fast) Masked up like I got the new Rona (Fast, fast, fast) Say Prada G, when you gone drop a new song?(Fast, fast, fast) (Fast, fast, fast) (Fast, fast, fast) (Fast, fast, fast) (Fast, fast, fast)