[Intro]
Anonymass

[Chorus]
Nike tracks, we don't do polo hats
Put down dirty soda, get the racks
All my cars got custom motors in 'em
Trunk space in the front, not in the back
Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs
Sleep when I'm dead, I can't act relaxed
In the streets my bro did acrobats
CEO, I can't be flippin' packs

[Verse 1]
This a gun fight, why you showed up with knives?
Inflation, the way that I been on the rise
I don't gotta spoil my bitch
'cause my bitch look at me and she know I'm the prize
In Daytona Beach
But it's Tallahassee how we capitalize
You sayin' that you do it big
Must be the rearview 'cause that ain't the actual size
Count up a million in cash
Homie, that's what I call gettin' high
That mixtape you droppin' is trash
We can't play that shit up in the ride
Two hunnid I got on my dash
Keep me two hunnid whenever I slide
Slide on me, you finna crash
Wear you a seatbelt whenever you try
[Chorus]
Nike tracks, we don't do polo hats
Put down dirty soda, get the racks
All my cars got custom motors in 'em
Trunk space in the front, not in the back
Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs
Sleep when I'm dead, I can't act relaxed
In the streets my bro did acrobats
CEO, I can't be flippin' packs

[Verse 2]
Still got money stashed up in the mattress
Ceilin' of the Rolls filled with asterisks
Moved back to my hometown stuntin'
Could've bought a crib in Calabasas
Play, I'll put the fo' on ya chest
Fuck around, I'm feelin' fantastic
Shoe box full of money, swipe the plastic
They hate us, mad they couldn't outlast it
Wrote the check, I didn't have to ask it
Post the wins, I didn't have to mask it
Stretch the opportunity, elastic
Haters, they mad at my wins, but they gon' multiply
Got no intent in me shrinkin' myself to fit in your tribe
It's only gettin' bigger, you better hide
They said I wasn't gon' win and that motherfucker lied
Pray for the sins of my past
Things that I done did to survive
In high school, I kept me some brass
Graduated to a new forty-five
They rolled me up like some gas
Couldn't stop me 'cause I had so much drive
Ain't no one gave me a pass
Fuck it, somehow I still managed to thrive
[Chorus]
Nike tracks, we don't do polo hats
Put down dirty soda, get the racks
All my cars got custom motors in 'em
Trunk space in the front, not in the back
Foreign rides and vintage Cadillacs
Sleep when I'm dead, I can't act relaxed
In the streets my bro did acrobats
CEO, I can't be flippin' packs