Elegant

Ayy, I still drink, yeah, on the Devil at the door I thought about, uh, ayy, ayy I still drink syrup on the regular Devil at the door, I thought 'bout lettin' in I still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? Tune don't like nobody, and he yellin' it You can ask, "How much for a verse?" But it's irrelevant I think all you niggas flat and I'm prayin' you get back In Skyami in the Bentley, I'd still rather it be a Track' MOB, that shit the biggest, crush whoever in the path Niggas think they own yo' soul if they helped you in the past She think I'm a lying one 'cause she don't sell it, but it's cap I sent money back home, I thought I made it all for that I ain't even know what was comin', there's niggas sold they soul for that I can act like shit 'bout money, but I be speakin' what's on my mind Would I be taken for what it is? I can't even feel my face, know my, uh I can't even feel my face, know my heart pumped none I make youngins run the huddle, I got richer because I'm stubborn And I still can't fake 'cause it embarrass the ones who love me If it get ugly, they'll probably go and risk it all for me I be hopin' it relate, but your life too different from me And I still can't, ay, ay, ay I still sip syrup on the regular Devil at the door, I thought 'bout lettin' in I'll still never choose y'all over medicine I'm a dumb jock, five thousand on the letterman How I make junkie look elegant? Tune don't like nobody, and he yellin' it Great like that