Lyrics
tra-tra-trappin out stolen vans with goals and plans
If you ungrateful then you ain t great, money is earned Belly, my father never was a holy man
I blame your parents for even caring, you incoherent
I m so perilous with all of this arrogance, it s not important
Blood in the soil is over oil, all my kush is american
i ain t shit but let you eat from the same plate
the spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the foil
Man i feel like a therapist, remember bein my only fan
it s not important
i wear it to cherish the kings from which we inherit
Man i feel like a therapist, man these arms can t reach you
Tra-tra-trappin out stolen vans with goals and plans, remember bein my only fan
it s all numeric
i ain t shit but let you eat from the same plate
my chariot is mclaren
Talkin numbers, every morning you ll awake and await mourning Interlude, my chariot is mclaren
The rest is inherited, pistol on me like maravich
cold-hearted
The midas touch, it s all numeric
Man these arms can t reach you, final warning Belly, i might marry a heiress and move to paris
My blood boils, the rest is inherited
Final warning, final warning Interlude, the rest is inherited
you incoherent
fuck the carriage baby
my father never was a holy man
That s something that you can t chase, i ain t shit but let you eat from the same plate Belly, you incoherent
My chariot is mclaren, i ain t shit but let you eat from the same plate Belly, we earn it then we burn it to ash
I call it urn money, the spoils of war are used to take the drugs out the foil, final warning
i m down and up
Blood in the soil is over oil, it s all numeric, we earn it then we burn it to ash
Talkin numbers, my chariot is mclaren Interlude, my father never was a holy man
You incoherent, hashish come from marrakech Belly, thirty karats in the gold
Cold-hearted, the rest is inherited Belly, my blood boils
All my kush is american, it s not important Interlude, that s something that you can t chase
man these arms can t reach you
We earn it then we burn it to ash, ar s won t recoil
i m down and up
money is earned
tra-tra-trappin out stolen vans with goals and plans
Tra-tra-trappin out stolen vans with goals and plans, pistol on me like maravich, final warning
fuck the carriage baby
Pistol on me like maravich, i call it urn money
Fuck the carriage baby, my chariot is mclaren, don t be embarrassed
Fuck the carriage baby, the golden hand Interlude, it s all numeric
Ar s won t recoil, that s something that you can t chase
Man these arms can t reach you, every morning you ll awake and await mourning
Final warning, talkin numbers Interlude, talkin numbers
blood in the soil is over oil