[Verse 1: Treez Lowkey]
Leather jacket Michael Jackson
Packing b*tch i'm bout that action
He was talking now what happened
Packing b*tch i'm packing action
All I wanted as a youngin
Was some J's, I don't
Know what f*cking
Changed my mind
Maybe it was all the new designer
Maybe it was all the f*cking 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 f*cking blinds
Cops surround the house
Woke up out my sleep
I must be going out my f*cking mind
sh*t look at the f*cking time
Look to kill all you rap n*gga's
Grab my backpack fill it up with work
Now i'm back out the trap n*gga
I don't know how to act n*gga
f*ck I look like Tom Cruise
Tom Ford with the new Giuseppe
500 just for interviews
I dont lose n*gga I refuse
And it's f*ck your views
I don't really care
I got bad b*tches on my f*cking di*k
Rocking foreign hair n*gga life ain't fair
I got plenty but i'm a stingy n*gga
You a broke busted ass bingy n*gga
And these bullets yeah I might send these n*gga
Keep extendes n*gga ain't no indie n*gga
f*ck that Ferragamo f*ck 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 f*cking push my buttons like any
Man I f*cking rock I feel like i'm Lenny, Yeah