Shoutout Finesse
Only overdress for success, never need to do it to impress
It comes natural, motherfucker, never break a sweat
Unless I be 'cross the country doin' bunch of sets
Fast bucks, bitch, I'm gettin' this cash nuts
Gassed up, like a cylinder backed up
Class cuts, opportunity passed up
That's some bad luck, like if you droppin' a glass cup
Candy painted, Chevy Nova with hydraulics
Innovative, underrated, it's ironic
Never waitin', always makin' it my knowledge
To get profit, I'm always fillin' up my pockets
Try to shoot a bullet at me, it gets ricocheted back at you
I just call it second-hand smoke
Never choke under pressure, better grab ropes
And latch close if you don't wanna catch pokes
Stage one in effect no defects on the set
I'm a vet of this bullshit, get some respect
Check the index, inject insects and grab the Windex
I spray it simplex on you motherfuckers who inept
Me and beast rolling 'round Manila, Philippines
Vanilla bean scent, spent 50 on machines
Tourmaline crystals, put it in pistols, and let it pop
Motherfucker, you get dropped
Can't teach you my curriculum, nope
Not even the minimum, that you'd require and desire to be like me
I'd rather walk a hundred miles on glass shards
And crash all of my fast cars than to be remotely like you
Get a clue, sense the tears, grab the canoe
What it do, you trippin' while I'm sittin' out of view
Here, let me tell you somethin', I don't fuck with you
And if I ever said I did, I was probably lyin' to you, motherfucker
