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 running through hundreds for fun
I can never stop, I'm the one
It's 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 getting flamed for remarks
We gon' spin and bang after dark (Grrt)
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 bringing in rolls
I'm on my way to the top and they tryna stop
So that's why I keep me a pole (Pole)
Reason I keep being low
'Cause niggas been hating on me, they don't want me to grow
Hating 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, living lavish
I stay low-key, that'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 balling 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 and stone
Just thinking about it, this gift, it 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 stepping, it's for you
I'm living life wit' no fear
Top of the tier
I'll be on top in a year
My vision blocked, Cartier
My diamonds glare
Pop out, these bitches, they stare
If you gon' say you love me, hope you do
Tired of niggas acting brand new
Focus and true to self, how I move
Realize a nigga had too much to lose
I ain't got shit left to prove
Fuck it, I'm through
Rich, but I'm tucking it too
Niggas be hating on me, what you saying to me?
9 outta' 10, I be fucking 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, "Brackata, brackata, brackata, brackata, bracka"
All we know is woke up, sit on top of
DOA, no purpose for the doctor
All I know is shit to keep a knocker
Niggas stealing drip, they on my cyaga
I know that they coming for my māthā
Still, be with them ooters and the shottas

Ayy, Ramsey