Low-res like, 240p
Pray to the dead man, get up on your knee
Lo-Fi Desert Eagle in the night stand
I got seven reasons, I won’t fight man
Snow caps on my fingers, I’m the ice man
The type to shine without even turning the lights on
Every flow is just something for them to bite off
I am the result of never taking one night off
TeamSESH, embroidered on my vest
Too clean, sterilized, Im Lysol
Wax on, wax off, it’s a test
Fuck tomorrow were the next, show me right now
Up, high, down, low, too slow
Now I know you can’t hang with the movement
I never thought I would ever get shit
That’s why I think it came way sooner
Made a promise to myself I ain’t gon be broke again
Sticky hands from the can
Collecting of the rose, damn
Stolen foreign, got horses like Arthur Morgan
See me in the section with the guys who important
Smokin on the gas just freshly imported
Doin pletho with the mob, you can get extorted
Diamond necklaces, dope boy Jordans
Cut a bitch off quick if she get annoying
I get money in the trap plus I get it tourin
Smoke two fat blunts every single morning
Then I fade away, up to outer space
Always been a reject, feeling out of place
Getting high just to coat with a day-to-day
Lay my soul on the beat and the 808
Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no
Higher, higher moving slow-mo
Money come and money go, go
I been on this, solo dolo
Your bitch hit me, no, no, no, no
Higher, higher moving slow-mo
Money come and money go, go
I been on this, solo dolo