Cashmere and Rust

Ocean views through these rose tinted frames No roof on the coupe on the road switching lanes Loud in my clothes I just boarded a plane Sparked this earth gang like I'm cool with Jermaine Mane I been in my wave If it ain't about a bag then it's in my way You ain't never outside but got something to say Couple rounds in return you send my shots my way Drink up Move around you stateside boy keep up Me and shorty out the country lounging with our feet up Winter time but summer time tanned when you see us Out Japan kanishewa when you greet us Never hands on her but stroke leave her beat up Affiliated All my brothers is G'd up Toss bucks limo tint all the V's up Getting money globally book stamps and visas They needed us, real niggas with standards Out in Carolina pulling capers on campus Mad love in Virginia, Hampton, Norfolk, Suffolk Word to shell road The homies never would cut it Never speak names I'd never tell to the public Numbers as always was good had to ball on a budget Always stood on my square dared opps to touch it Had the work in ya spot, do recon like a Russian They aint want to let me in the game had the bully through Call of Duty with it big sniper an' a gillie suit Chasing major fiddas I'm just thinking what would Gillie do Never seen a hater you don't love me you invisible I'ma ill individual My team indivisible And if I said it wrong middle finger to ya ridicule Understanding Wisdom that's my age on my physical If you copped on credit want interest and the principal Every verse I'm giving life lessons I be in my bag they telling me I be flexing Let me ask a question You want struggle or blessings No short cuts no easy routes What you want a little bit Or a large amount I'm just trying to turn a stone to a mountain Big crib with a fountain And accountants to watch the accountants