Estate lyrics

[Produced by Martin $ky]

[Hook: Martin $ky]
I done came up on my same sh*t that I usually be on
Y'all stayin' here but I'm everywhere, my n*gga I'm gone
I done killed shows, hit milestones, and I did it my way
I'm smokin' good, still makin' moves all up in my estate

[Verse 1: Martin $ky]
I sit high but my eyes so low
Young n*ggas runnin' league, yeah we all went pro
n*ggas quit cause the ground too slow
Had to keep on killin' cause I'm going for the gold
She wanna f*ck the realest in the city
Now she f*ckin' on the realest n*gga in the f*ckin' city
And the tab got me faded when it hit me
So the moves to be made kinda iffy
My n*gga I've been in it for a minute, they been sleepin' on the kid
Too real on my own sh*t, trappin' in the whip
In the city full of wolves, gotta move so slick
God Level with the beats, I'm a wizard with the sh*t
No camo but I'm really in the field, havin' thousand dollar dreams while I'm headed for the mils
Burn a couple O's just for the f*ck of it, all while I'm pourin' up a glass for the thrills
You still ain't heard a n*gga beats hit like these
Got a few joints rolled, 'bout to smoke 'bout three
sh*t got real, hope the tape don't leak
I be good in a minute, in a second don't blink
Rollin' 'round the city with my n*ggas in the whip
And we all got moves so the night so lit
And the crowd mad full so I gotta go spit
Dreads over my eyes in an all black fit
Go figure that (Go figure that)
Always put the time and the work in, I get it back
Manifest thoughts for the whole damn squad, we livin' that
Hope for the best, I'm expectin' the worst
Moves get made everyday, no rest
Shut the f*ck up talkin' if you don't cut checks
[Hook: Martin $ky (2X)]

[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
I'm in the drop M6
And the sh*t all white like a n*gga move bricks
I'm by myself I ain't never need a clique
Like a young Mr. Deeds I can get you what you need
Said I'm reachin' new heights
I done f*cked bad b*tches, I done put 'em on flights
I kept the Rollie and the chain on
So in that case, I might as well leave on the lights
Man, this game so crazy
Workin' hard on 'em, nah, n*gga ain't lazy
These f*ck n*ggas gotta pay me
Ask 'em who the best and I bet you they gon' say me
Chi town representer, n*gga get money like a mothaf*ckin' money printer
I'm cold n*gga like this sh*t December, but it's the summer time, it mean this b*tch finna front on mine
Got the point and the underline, yeah, I signed with Puma like I'm runnin' track
f*ck n*gga talkin' 'bout me, bet he never, ever in his life seen a hundred stacks
n*gga I done spent that, and I done f*cked around and made all one hundred back
Now I'm lookin' at the mils, shoutout to MMG cause I'm really f*ckin' with the deal
Yeah, rollin' up when I'm smoked to kill, got you rollin' like I popped a pill
I don't ever do X, okay I f*cked my old b*tch, I guess I really do ex
I'm up next, stackin' big money yeah couldn't get more checks
Finna cop my mom a Lexus, I'm that n*gga, f*ck with me
[Hook: Martin $ky (2X)]