It's the Avenger, triple platinum nigga with the solid gold fade
All that nickel and dime * don't hold no weight
Fortune 5, top 5 in the Forbes
You'll see
As you thumb through the sauce, I read the ride report
Classique, hold me down with the plastic
That's all I ask of you like Raphael Sadiq
At the Hotel Nico, ride with the Valsweep
My people's eyes through the Pico, I'm loving your damn freak
As I shoot through the city like a rumor
Not soon enough to stop if it's spreading
The newspaper hat and reads J.Z. Breeze
80 degrees, only thing to cool them off is a Malibu Bay Breeze
Test stop for the facts, they cheese
You know they wanna take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya
But I'm a parlay, stay richer for now
Jigga haven't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach's getting weak from living life on these streets for real
Trying to oversee it from sweets, ordering eats
At the top where the real criminal minds meet
That's where the cream is right, that's where your dream is related
You're only a customer
When you're walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night
We got the *
We got the *
We got the *
We got the *
We got the *

We got the *
We got the *
We got the *
Robber-girl-er
Yeah
Ayo my youth had a nigga too aggressive
I, I used to speed excessive
Both eyes closed, no thought invested
Hitting potholes, couples will snatch you away
What you deem most precious
Had to rethink things
Is pinky rings worth
Life on the run, the top serve to sing
Sing, I don't know to tell the truth
If I'm pressed for dough
Gotta consultoin authority
I was raised to live, Lord, I pray you forgive me
If not, I just handle it like Jason Kidd
What you're facing is efficient
In most cases, when I'm blazing, won't miss you
Case in point, make bullshit or issue
I see it to the end, my writing so personal
My heart bleeding through the pen
Make no mistake about me
There's only one nigga living, I got half a cake about me
I got love, I can kill a friend over fam
Not drugs and very few people understand that love
To make a nigga die bleeding, it's nothing
You make a motherfucker die breathing and you're saying something
You're only a customer
You're walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night
You're only a customer
You're walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night
You're only a customer
You're only a customer
You're only a customer



When you're walking in the presence of hustlers
You spend money all night
Rock a fella
More flavor than y'all can imagine having
Graphic like Sega
Sat in traffic like the bodega
Just so happens
You caught me at the tail end of my dirt
Brain ain't right for inhaling the work on my life
* it
Dreezy I
Had to hold D.C. high
Pissy of T.S. styles
3G high
Caesar Bugatti
D.V.S.'s
Blessings my body
We be fresh as a party
Play yourself
Go ahead, if you don't know the lads, it's like spittin' the guard
Get it in the face, fuckin' with niggas over your head
Take your time with me, shifty, used to make coke stretch like a sample in a 950
* with that, while I'm on the Kawasaki bike
At the light, doin' a pike with a bitch on the back
We take flight, my life like it was directed by hype
In 35 slow-mo with the Rockapella logo, I go pogo to Aruba
Bay breezes and caviar beluga, very little loot
A new judge, in the grayish-bluish
L.E.X. Coop, it's the root of evil in this people
You're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Spend money all night, Rockapella
You're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Spend money all night, Rockapella
Futuristic *
You're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers
You're only a customer, when you're walkin' in the presence of hustlers
Come here suck my *
Get your ass stitched up, free like a fat football
Wars, words,u *
disappointed
Come here my bitch
Stupid bitch
* out of here, * out of here, * out of here.
Anyway, can you walk home, bitch?