Platonic lyrics

[Intro: GRIP]
Uh, look

[Verse 1: GRIP]
They don't wanna see me win
Back like 23 again
Hope you n*ggas had a field day
Summer's coming, I'ma kill May
Murked June, I'ma murder July
Where you been, you never heard of this guy?
n*ggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why?
Never been the type of person to lie
Turnin' y'all into the trap
f*ck a pair of slacks, a shirt and a tie
Had to get this sh*t the harder way
Me and Khary- Shaq and Penny Hardaway
f*ck around and make the magic happen
Smoke and mirrors like Imagine Dragons
Tryna be active on radio
Takin' off, up and away we go
No advance, but some "Maybe-so"'s
Need the pesos, like ándale
Vámonos, rápido
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks
To rap on tracks, I'm tryna up the status quote
Been on a whole 'nother wave
They know they can never surf with me
Only those that got it out the dirt with me
Rappers sayin' they the 'god'
I'm guessin' I'm atheist, then
Dancin' with Satan again
They say I'm trippin'
'Cause I'm choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend, uh
That's just the space that I'm in, yeah
I'd rather keep it a buck, uh
f*ck tryna fake and pretend
[Hook: Khary]
Mario dungeon
Hunnid they runnin'
sh*t you can't stomach
Think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad b*tches
Keep it platonic
I'd rather the money
I'd rather the money

[Verse 2: Khary]
Damn, where all my common sense go?
f*ck all your daps and pounds
Feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones
But down to Earth
Another verse could probably pay rent from
Get 'em a hearse
These n*ggas worse than the holes they take sh*ts from
Lately can't sleep
Ayy, lately can't sleep, I be up in the mornin'
Don't got a job, but it's not unemployment
I know who I am, know I got the components
To conquer the world, while I scratch my cojones
Which makes the next line more important:
I'm goin' nuts, don't give a f*ck
Name on a list, don't need a plug
Don't need a plug, only trust us
Only wake up
I'm eatin' good, they in the dust
With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well
Damn, they lookin' sus
Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion
I promise to keep it a buck
I know, for me, there's no ceilin', the sky is revealin'
The stars, I aligned with my bros
'Bout to tour in Europe
Homie, you're up- the final countdown
n*ggas think they Randy
But more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow
I know female dogs
Bad b*tches that want to pow wow
But I'd rather the money
I'm like, "Now, now", yeah
[Hook: Khary]
Mario dungeon
Hunnid they runnin'
sh*t you can't stomach
Think you might vomit
Shoutout my bad b*tches
Keep it platonic
I'd rather the money
I'd rather the money