[Verse 1: Treez Lowkey]
Leather jacket Michael Jackson
Packing bitch i'm bout that action
He was talking now what happened
Packing bitch i'm packing action
All I wanted as a youngin
Was some J's, I don't
Know what fucking
Changed my mind
Maybe it was all the new designer
Maybe it was all the fucking dollar signs
Waking up at night momma told me
To go back to bed cuz all I hear is crying
Father's back from work blood all on his shirt
Mother told me everything is fine
Father grabbed the gun
Went inside my room
Started peaking out my fucking blinds
Cops surround the house
Woke up out my sleep
I must be going out my fucking mind
Shit look at the fucking time
Look to kill all you rap n***a's
Grab my backpack fill it up with work
Now i'm back out the trap n***a
I don't know how to act n***a
Fuck I look like Tom Cruise
Tom Ford with the new Giuseppe
500 just for interviews
I dont lose n***a I refuse
And it's fuck your views
I don't really care
I got bad bitches on my fucking dick
Rocking foreign hair n***a life ain't fair
I got plenty but i'm a stingy n***a
You a broke busted ass bingy n***a
And these bullets yeah I might send these n***a
Keep extendes n***a ain't no indie n***a
Fuck that Ferragamo fuck that fendi
And I keep that auto round me like i'm Jimmy
Plus I got that white girl talking Sydney Bennet
Been ate ? you been eating Wendey's
I know your fingers hurt cuz you pinching pennies
I just been winning just like the emmy's
Don't you fucking push my buttons like any
Man I fucking rock I feel like i'm Lenny, Yeah