The Relapse

Yeah Meeks Uh Uh Chase this bank cross the Citi Sipping a fifth Third in the swisher you hear me I'm just tryna BMO Bank on me to fail I'ma Wintrust See more fetti then a trap queen Jesus Fat boy in a beemer check the kicks they quite clean you grievous Tryna be us When you lucky to see us Mommy driving blasting the reasons Bout to cop me a fit and take some pictures at Sears I can here all the jeers Coming out of my peers Cause the logos on my clothes wasn't what they appeared huh Hakuna matata wouldn't carry til my chin got furry Childhood burdened with worries Thoughts on my chest can't express so I gotta burry Don't come near me or get a visit from the tooth fairy Money under my pillow I just moved a half of pillow of that Sandman now I'm rubber band man Buying big jerseys from grand stand I can't help but ball out bitch ima sportsman I been a man Young veteran Cooking work in the pot whip it up like it's zatarains It's hard trust a soul When the streets made my heart turn cold These niggaz hoes and the bitches is bold How can I be controlled With a neck and a wrist full of gold Pocket of dollars thats too thick to be fold Raps my lovin' and I don't let go I'm En Vogue Jay's on Ralph Polo Nine tucked low Twenty one shells on load Who want smoke Grill wrong you get smoked Tread lightly like you on hot coals They going hard nigga im on coast I been broke i'll never sell my soul