Dolce & Gabbana Dalai Lama

(album: Platinum Falcon Tape, Vol. 1 - 2020)

Yeah

I don't have no fear in my heart
Sometimes, I feel like I don't even have one
When life sucks, I just get sucked up
Bad luck got me fucked, but that Henny got me fucked up
Young sinner getting money like a pastor
How you can't do math, but you a factor?
I know his mama call him George 'cause he curious
I hate when people take they job too serious
Stop acting like your wage ain't the minimum
Stop treating other people like they micro
Don't check me, bitch, check your FICO
Your baby need WIC and your mama need Geico
You wasn't with me when my Lola needed chemo
You wasn't present when they rolled on me in Reno
I just threw my man a play like a free-throw
You get me off the Henny, goddamn, I'm a freak ho
If you put me on a date, I'm a cheap ho
If you put me in the booth, I'm a cheat code
I wanna be an innovator like Nigo
You wanna be from Oakland, nigga, you from Chico

Imposter, shopping, dirty money washing
Hood took another one, weeping and sobbing
They sleeping, but I'm still sweeping the commas
I'm in Dolce Gabbana like the Dalai Lama, yeah
Sleeping on floors to floor seats
No doors to door keeps
Big whores in four Jeeps
From forging to forgies
Orgres to orgies
Now they all adore me, Guapdaddy 4Gs
Had to piece up to eat, put my feet up now
If my Grandpa could see, papa, we up now
I just weep and I weep, lost my house, it hurt me
I moved out to Valley and I bought a new house

Down in Hollywood, watching Kill Bill off of a pill
No Molly, antibiotics, 'cause I'm fucking up my body
Make sacrifices, so money maximizes
In my first bar, I was lying to myself
I'm still scared, yeah
What if my ego lying to me and I'm not it?
What if I play this and nobody is astonished?
Don't wanna build myself up and get demolished
What if I'm s'posed to be down and impoverished?
What if I go home and they hit me in the noggin'?
I don't wanna lose all I accomplished
They gon' point, they gon' shame
Tryna give me bad names, try to call me an—

Imposter, shopping, dirty money washing
Hood took another one, weeping and sobbing
They sleeping, but I'm still sweeping the commas
I'm in Dolce Gabbana like the Dalai Lama, yeah
Sleeping on floors to floor seats
No doors to door keeps
Big whores in four Jeeps
From forging to forgies
Orgres to orgies
Now they all adore me, Guapdaddy 4Gs
Had to piece up to eat, put my feet up now
If my Grandpa could see, papa, we up now
I just weep and I weep, lost my house, it hurt me
I moved out to Valley and I bought a new house