Lavish (Freestyle)

(Ayy, Ramsey)

Ran it up with my brother, can't fuck with no other
Know everyone with me go dumb
True to self, I been silent since young
No security needed, they know how we come

Used to play the block with them bums
Now we runnin' through hundreds for fun
I can never stop, I'm the one
This the start of a forever run

I can't ever change from the roots
Ain't too much to change from the start
I got niggas chained to the boots
That's why I got pain in my heart

Look up, you see gang on the charts
Niggas gettin' flamed for remarks
We gon' spin and bang after dark (grr)
And I ain't say a thing from the start (bow, bow, bow)

I'm busy reaching my goals
Speak from the soul
That shit keep bringin' in rolls
I'm on my way to the top and they tryna stop

So that's why I keep me a pole
Reason I keep being low
'Cause niggas been hatin' on me, they don't want me to grow
Hatin' niggas, can't listen to those

I know I'm gon' finish the mission, for sure
Nineteen, I ain't average, I'm a savage, livin' lavish
I stay low-key, it's a habit
Tryna double up what I established

If I want that, I'ma have it
Lot of new drip, gotta grab it
Know the opps mad, they embarrassed
I stay ballin' on 'em like a Maverick, no

I'm doing good in my zone
Good on my own
Got no one calling my phone
Sometimes I sit up in stone

Just thinking about it, this gift ain't gon' never be cloned
I hope I die a legend when I do
I miss them bros in Heaven, it's a few
Even though I'm progressing, it's a bruise

So every time we go steppin', it's for you
I'm living life on no fair
Top of the tier
I'll be on top in a year

My vision blocked, Cartier
My diamonds glare
Pop all these bitches, they stare
If you gon' say you love me, hope you do

Tired of niggas actin' brand new
Focus and true to self, how I move
Realize a nigga had too much to lose
I ain't got shit I have to prove

Fuck it, I'm through
Rich, but I'm tuckin' it too
Niggas be hatin' on me, what you sayin' to me?
Now Lil 10, I be fuckin' his boo

I'm just tryna live my life
Niggas on my dick, oh, my
Can't lift sticks, no lie
'Cause we all with the shits, my guy

Load up the choppa
It go, "Brakada, brakada, brakada, bakada, baka"
All we know is woke up, sit on top of
DOA, no purpose for the doctor

All I know is, sure to keep a knocker
Niggas stealin' drip, they in my caga
I know that they comin' for my māthā
Still, be with them hooters and the shottas