DIOR

I got what you want But what you wanting me for You could leach and feed Off Louis or the Dior Yeah Ain't no probably Possibly, if I could make it A prodigy, anomaly History in the making Every part of me, an Odyssey With perfect pacing And honestly, my modesty Keep fading, chasing pavements, but F*ck it, we ball F*ck it, we'll bring it tomorrow, yeah Wonder how I could take off Picking up, passing the ball, yeah Pick it up, pass it to y'all I got the pack in my pocket Equipping committees Cuz I keep committing To spitting And standing up tall, yeah Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all, yeah Point blank Range When it come to my delivery Hittin' the blunt like I got no better activity Too tired to lie to you, yeah We crash, we ride Like we supposed to do Until it's over through, yeah Too fast, too high Taking turns to see the smoke to blue Take a Gamble everyday Like I was born to do This shit, always finish Before it's overdue Still high, like five times And it's only noon So, f*ck a handout Put your hand down Hands down I got a Whole lot more to prove I got what you want But what you wanting me for All I got is what you need It come for free, or You could leach and feed Off Louis or the Dior But don't complain to me When you feel dizzy From the g-force of Running around in circles Chasing ya tail If I threw you a bone Would you take it and bail, or If thunder and clouds surround us Take a peek through the veil If they Making it rain, I'm making it hail Ain't no ailment worse than Making payments to the salesman Of your brand new hood Ain't no question of if, bitch It's when I would Strike again, this time like lightning All systems down, shock value up This that f*ck a nine to five We work a nine til when the sun come up This that f*ck your type of vibe I'm getting high, I'm lighting up From the work week, to the weekend It never ends My worth keep, extending Like severed heads Of seven Hydras Man I'm sick and tired of What you bring to the table It don't matter at all I'm a four course meal Served on silver platters and all It's like water to wine From my mind to the page At the alter divine Marijuana and sage After altered sublime Karma come up and rages Break your legs on location Raise the steaks of occasions Make or break it situations Never fear what I'm facing Yeah Ain't no probably Possibly, if I could make it A prodigy, anomaly History in the making Every part of me, an Odyssey With perfect pacing And honestly, my modesty Keep fading, chasing pavements, but F*ck it, we ball F*ck it, we'll bring it tomorrow, yeah Wonder how I could take off Picking up, passing the ball, yeah Pick it up, pass it to y'all I got the pack in my pocket Equipping committees Cuz I keep committing To spitting And standing up tall, yeah Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all Meanwhile I'm fuckin' em all, yeah