Lifestyle

I don't like Chanel
I like reefer
Yo bitch got beefer
My bitch got black boots and cigarettes
Moving slowly
Pushing slower
The feds say it's wrong
But the body gets a rushing sense
Speaking of senses
I'm of pretenses
Disgusted watching daddies money
Buy Mercedes benzes
Envious situations is the key
That's an anchor, banker, anchor for jealousy
Let's converse about conspiracy
Rap and rappers
Bigots and bigotry
Politics and the ticians
That make my brain bleed
Mathematics in paddocks
Tell time to the listening
Listers and bistros on Main Street be killin shit
I humbly gaze
To catch what be going in
Bitches love king shit
Haha yeah
Bitches love king shit
Look,
Never ever gave a fuck, until I had to
Life comes too quick to sit and let it pass you
Full tank of gas in reverse, I seemed to start behind
Every minute wasted is two more I'll spend up on that griiiind
You snooze and you lose
New pants and new shoes
Drop top we cruisin
No fear or worry in the mind
Whatever, it's your lifestyle
First thing first now it's king not DCeezus
Had a wet dream bout Supreme x Yeezus
Then I woke up I thought it was an eclipse
Turns out my blinds were closed
My payday was missed
Cease and desist
My flow is hard to resist
Bitches running at me like
"What did I miss"
Bitch what didn't you miss
Yes, that is the question
Hop out the mustang to pick up my check man
Take a bitch picture
Put it on Instagram
She make me take it down
Cause we was holding hands
Goddamn
Collaterally a fucking savage
Intentionally leaving emotional baggage
And it's not quite empathy if I don't understand
And it's not quite enthalpy if the heats out of my hands
And there is no guilt - it's not weighing heavily
Don't come at me
I tread cleverly
When I fuck around
I expect that shit to be called drip or drown
I expect that bitch to want to put on my crown
I expect my kicks to be hitting the ground
But when I take it serious
Balls out heavy load dropping type beat
And1 bitches, man don't like me
And they wanna be king just like me
That's not a title that's my lifestyle.
Yeah
Bitch
Pardon my sins
I ain't really mean it when I said you don't make sense
Sorry, I said mean when I should say meant
Pardon my grammar, that shits past tense
And yet it sits still on my mind like a bird to a fence
That offends both dreamers and realists
The clearest
When you fuck around with king beats add some lyrics
And hysterics with a whole minute mile
Damn, That shit is just another lifestyle.