PART OF ME

(album: underGROUND - 2020)

Yo, Cartier came with a tint
Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no
Used to imagine it, now I be living it

My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claiming they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do with' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at

I'm from the hood, it's so toxic
You a pussy if you stop it
Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it
With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I just go back to the bando, abandoned
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket
This shit gon' come with you being a savage
Then she know I ain't no average
I'm making more money than her daddy
Sixty cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
Yo, stretching the clip it's extended
I think I'll win an election
I don't look like what I've been through, but I really came from the trenches
And we got the stick, bamboo
I want the money, it come with the fame
She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face
My life like zoom, zoom
Everyday feel like a holiday

My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claiming they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do with' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claiming they hitta, but you ain't even part of it
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do with' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at

Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact
Don't gotta ask me lil' nigga I'm on it
I do not want it if it's not exotic
I'm getting money for being melodic
That nigga flexing like niggas won't rob him
He told the opps, and they had to vanish
Extendo, extendo, it's straight up pilates
To getting it in to popular pockets
When bitches do drills they popping the molly
I lied, seven two five but I'm twenty
But I still got to kill, so I'm letting her know
Still got the drip from my head to my toe
They loving the way that I put that shit on
I got the bands, I don't need me a loan
Ain't talking racks, better leave me alone

Yo, Cartier came with' a tint
Pain behind the lenses
And how the fuck you gonna live?
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no
Used to imagine it, now I be living it

My niggas dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do with' all this profit?