Lavish (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, Ramsey

[Verse]
Ran it up with my brother, can't f*ck with no other
Know everyone with me go dumb
True to self, I been silent since young
No security needed, they know how we come
Used to play the block with them bums
Now we runnin' through hundreds for fun
I can never stop, I'm the one
It's the start of a forever run
I can't ever change from the roots
Ain't too much to change from the start
I got n*ggas chained to the boots
That's why I got pain in my heart
Look up, you see gang on the charts
n*ggas gettin' flamed for remarks
We gon' spin and bang aftеr dark (Grrt)
And I ain't say a thing from the start (Bow, bow, bow)
I'm busy reaching my goals
Speak from thе soul
That sh*t keep bringin' in rolls
I'm on my way to the top and they tryna stop
So that's why I keep me a pole (Pole)
Reason I keep being low
'Cause n*ggas been hatin' on me, they don't want me to grow
Hatin' n*ggas, can't listen to those
I know I'm gon' finish the mission, for sure
Nineteen, I ain't average, I'm a savage, livin' lavish
I stay low-key, that's a habit
Tryna double up what I established
If I want that, I'ma have it
Lot of new drip, gotta grab it
Know the opps mad, they embarrassed
I stay ballin' on 'em like a Maverick, no
I'm doing good in my zone
Good on my own
Got no one calling my phone
Sometimes I sit up and stone
Just thinking about it, this gift, it gon' never be cloned
I hope I die a legend when I do
I miss them bros in Heaven, it's a few
Even though I'm progressing, it's a bruise
So every time we go steppin', it's for you
I'm living life wit' no fear
Top of the tier
I'll be on top in a year
My vision blocked, Cartier
My diamonds glare
Pop out, these b*tches, they stare
If you gon' say you love me, hope you do
Tired of n*ggas actin' brand new
Focus and true to self, how I move
Realize a n*gga had too much to lose
I ain't got sh*t left to prove
f*ck it, I'm through
Rich, but I'm tuckin' it too
n*ggas be hatin' on me, what you sayin' to me?
9 outta' 10, I be f*ckin' his boo
I'm just tryna live my life
n*ggas on my di*k, oh, my
Can't lift sticks, no lie
'Cause we all with the sh*ts, my guy
Load up the choppa
It go, "Brackata, brackata, brackata, brackata, bracka"
All we know is woke up, sit on top of
DOA, no purpose for the doctor
All I know is sh*t to keep a knocker
n*ggas stealin' drip, they on my cyaga
I know that they comin' for my māthā
Still, be with them ooters and the shottas
[Outro]
Ayy, Ramsey