Polo to the jewels, rose gold the jewels
Still get my hands dirty, gotta keep me some Purell
It’s a cold world, but the streets is more cruel
I’m just trying to do well, jet life two L’s
Nine eleven cartel, money’s on Came a long way from sliding skeezers, smoking reefer
And the honeycombs
Since then, lost friends off envy and hate
Niggas mad because they sell nicks and I sell weight
Coming clean, niggas still be in the trap
Should leave that garbage alone and come and get you a batch
Stompin' through joints still looking fresh
Zippers in the front, laces in the back
If I die today, remember me like Ralph Lauren
In a denim supplied jacket in bucket looking Harlem
On skully mode, looking rugged, Ronnie Garvin on Rugby flow, I’m the king, I ain’t just talking
I’m about it, just caught a lick
Blew my profit on a closet, scavenging in the store
I ain’t seen nothing I ain’t buy yet
Damn shame, walk through the mans shame get champagne, true story
I got a little power so I don’t pay at the counter
They know when I’m around the store reeking of sour
And just imagine, the pack will get even louder
Don’t wonder where I got it, just know that I was slinging
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