Serve Myself

Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself) OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth) I had my cards had to play what I was dealt I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing No I can't go back and forth with a peasant I heard I heard that you and your homie confessing I was (come on) I was on the block like Tetris And I was at the bank like Desi Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty Going head first bout that lettuce Going head first bout that lettuce She call me Rocko ain't going steady Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast I'm at the store in a car that electric Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly We hit the rode know my young hitta ready Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies Bag on his he- Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti I look like walking I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky I can't even lie boy this life can get risky Omoney bout to ran for the hustler of the year I tried to tell them it went through the other ear I made a play in a whip that was current year i had dozed off went to - i had dozed off went to sleep in my denim tear I'm nowhere near if the feds near I'm in a fast car low gear Beam on his nose like a reindeer I still walk around in my city like a ranger Bonafide trapper I can serve myself (serve myself) OffWhite kicks came whiter than meth (whiter than meth) I had my cards had to play what I was dealt I'm in a demon trying to count my blessing No I can't go back and forth with a peasant I heard I heard that you and your homie confessing I was (come on) I was on the block like Tetris And I was at the bank like Desi Keeping it cool and collected and she know nun bout me petty Going head first bout that lettuce (Going head first bout that lettuce She call me Rocko ain't going steady Just ran up a B-Roll getting money my fetish Just look my phone I eat plays for breakfast I'm at the store in a car that electric Beat him down bad walk around like Nelly I know some gangster should've tried out for Belly We hit the rode know my young hitta ready Put his face on a plate he gone eat it like veggies Bag on his he- Bag on his head he get dropped like confetti I look like walking I look like walking dead if I pop out with fifty I can't get caught with them niggas they sticky I can't even lie boy this life can get risky)