Comme Des Garcons

I'm not the type to do no ass kissing, nigga
Drop a demo, then it's back to the business
Big money, I'm a cash-getting nigga
Fifty G's, I got it stashed in the denim
I'm putting points on the back of the board
Trap money, got it stashed in the floor
I ain't never going back to the war
Disrespect me, get to slapping these whores
Ain't loyal to me, what you asking of me?
Get what you get, naturally
I keep a Glock, I got it stashed in the seat
Out on bond, with the activities
Okay, two same cases, one damn judge
I'm hoping that he don't give me time for the guns
From next three, shit, I'm fucked up
Mama, I'm sorry, I'm a fast liver, duh

Rocking Comme des Garçons
Gucci satchel my bankrolls
Tunnel vision on my goals
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
On my shit, I'm back on road

Folks try to paint me as a problem
That's the trials and tribulations of the bottom
Me and you, we got nathan in common
Not a thing, can't relate, too impoverished
Get online, start attacking my character
Police games, you are not my competitor
Said don't trust you, but at first it didn't register
Now I understand why they steer clear of you
Okay, don't smile in my face just to snake me
Wasn't there when the feds hit on A Street
Lost my brother to the slammer, did an eight piece
We did the same damn crime, shit, he saved me
Music industry is faker than the streets is
Me and folks don't relate, on some G shit
Principles, what I stand, on that street shit
They all do it for the clout, on some weak shit

Rocking Comme des Garçons
Gucci satchel my bankrolls
Tunnel vision on my goals
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
I can't slip, no, I can't fold
On my shit, I'm back on road

Hey
On my shit, I'm back on road
Hey
On my shit, I'm back on road
Mmm
Ayy, ayy, mmm
Ayy, ayy, mmm
Ayy, ayy, don't play with her