[Intro]
(Cynerist)


[Chorus]
Strains, it look like the rainbow
Go head count them digits then
Bitch I’m Mr. Digitan
Kick it where them stains glow
Red on my Givenchy lens
Gala shit that’s if you can, these n***as not fly for real
These n***as not fly, for real


[Verse 1]
I forgot that I could feel
Cash numbing the pain, go catch some stains to see if I could feel
Tell my bro to pass the steel
Need a thot to match it though
You got smoke, lets match it ho
Yo gang gone, its magic bro
Blood on my Margiela, and I still put that shit on
Bitch I’m feeling stellar, call yo stylist, she get shit on
We could get yo bitch on
All my weapons 2 toned
Kinda like my whips n***a, live this life you gon need 2 phones
In this ho with 2 hoes
Touched a million ain’t say shit
Ain’t say shit y’all be too digital, be broadcasting a lick
Keep the ho shit to a minimal just leave that to ya bitch
Bitch I go right where the dollar go, I need a fucking ship

[Break]
(I’m so full of misery)
(Can I hold you down)
(In my Garden, of Eden)
(Baby)


[Chorus]
Strains, it look like the rainbow
Go head count them digits then
Bitch I’m Mr. Digitan
Kick it where them stains glow
Red on my Givenchy lens
Gala shit that’s if you can, these n***as not fly for real
These n***as not fly, for real


[Verse 2]
My bitch in love with molly pills, I think that’s my fault
N***a don’t know how it feel, to kiss the asphalt
N***a don’t know how it feel, to hear the cash talk
This money shit is new to you, can see in the way you damn walk
I just cashed in all my pills
I could feed her X she’ll call me god, I told her “chill for real”
Bitch I’m not your friend go talk to God, I’m in this ho to kill
Lil bro 9, he toting steel
Bullets flying, they cold as hell
Hit you once you goin to hell
We got slugs, fuck a shell
She want hugs I want hell, cats
N***a ain’t get fuck, back