Right this has gotta be the one
I fell in love with myself and I love being round me
Aveson rings, one on his finger flicking the wrist like an Audi
Fuck it I pour in a lot, I never know when to stop
I'm on my own and I'm drowzy, lowe me
My father just think I'm an alchy
He just be worried, you know that I worry I love him but he shouldn't doubt me
Still in my feelings, still in my bag, I need good energy round me
My mother be smelling the crop, I used to tell her I stopped, but every saturday cloudy
Lowe me, all of you cowards allow me
Told me she loved my jewlery, aww man wait till I'm famous
Tryna get better at saving, but can't stop copping her trainers
All I wanna do is get stacks, racks, facts, bars outragious
This grade is flavours but I can't smell it cause I stink of greatness
Do I make money from music? Well yeah, what do you think?
Old girl pretty embarassing, my new girl pretty in pink (Uh)
I been on a wave since day one, soon come tell a man don't blink (Uh)
Few man bought my album might shout em' and buy em' a drink
Everyone keeps talking nonsense in their lyrics just chatting pure breeze and-
Don't get me wrong it sounds cold but-
If we're going by that then anyone can rap
Like if we're going by that then, calm then watch this
Four waps in the back of the whip, why would you wanna test my patience?
Four packs in the back of the whip, put a boy in a spliff then I bun in on flavours
Whole team on crud, you'd think it's contagious
Shank so big I can see my reflection, not stainless, same colour as Cardi B's trainers
Red dot on his forehead, right where the brain is, blowing his mind like he just seen greatness
Shame is, somebody clean these pavers, blamers, should've touched my flavours
Two-thirty whippin' on mainers, my shoe dirty, dripping in paigons, you hurt me but I hurt haters
Can't murk me I'm too outrageous (Rageous rageous, rageous)
I fell in love with myself and I love being round me
Aveson rings, one on his finger flicking the wrist like an Audi
Fuck it I pour in a lot, I never know when to stop
I'm on my own and I'm drowzy, lowe me
My father just think I'm an alchy
He just be worried, you know that I worry I love him but he shouldn't doubt me
Still in my feelings, still in my bag, I need good energy round me
My mother be smelling the crop, I used to tell her I stopped, but every saturday cloudy
Lowe me, all of you cowards allow me
