Nauseous

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

[Sleepy Hallow:]
Look, I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
Know they wonder how I'm winning, I done took too many losses
I don't like people, broke bitches make me nauseous

Baby, I got racks, I spend it, I make it back
This some real rap, no mumble, I'm saying facts
Yeah, all I ever did was drill, steal, and trap
Been up in the field, you get killed if you lack
Yeah, shooters on call, we do this shit for practice
I know they love how I'm dripping, they tryna match it
All blue hundreds, I'm cripping, my money matching
Opp get to tripping, we flipping him like a mattress
Running through this money, I know you wish you was here, huh
Go buy some Cartiers just to make it clear
I know they don't really love me, they switching like underwears
(Nobody listened, now they all wanna hear, look)

I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
Know they wonder how I'm winning, I done took too many losses
I don't like people, broke bitches make me nauseous
I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
Know they wonder how I'm winning, I done took too many losses
I don't like people, broke bitches make me nauseous

[Jay Critch:]
Late nights and my shooters spinning 'til they nauseous
Great white sharks up in the water, you a dolphin
Them niggas said it's on when they see us, so then we offed 'em
They fiending for clout, but we fiending to give 'em coffins
Every time I'm out, I get money, I do it often (I do it often)
And they still playing games, they taking losses
I had to go and take all my pain and do some boss shit (Some boss shit)
A nigga think he touching my chain, he must've lost it (Hey)
I'm doing better now (Better now)
Brodie locked, I'm screaming let him out (let him out)
Got me feeling like I let him down
But we could never drown (Never drown)
Got it popping like the kettle now (Kettle now)
Fuck these bitches, I won't settle down
You know they get around (Get around)
If you balling, then you getting fouled (Getting fouled)
They be talking what we been about
Riding with that (Boom, boom)
Riding with that sit 'em down
Foreign bitch, I flew her to the towns (To the towns)
I get big amounts

[Sleepy Hallow:]
I came from the trenches, swear I could've lost it all
All I ever wanted was baguettes and Audemars
Know they wonder how I'm winning, I done took too many losses
I don't like people, broke bitches make me nauseous