PART OF ME

Yo Cartier came with a tint (yeah) Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah) And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah) If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick He ain't gon' need no- (yeah) (Yosh made the track) yeah Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it Mm (yeah), oh-oh (yeah), oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Oh-oh (yo, yo) My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead) Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes) Cro caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at I'm from the hood, it's so toxic You a pussy if you stop it Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand I just go back to the bando, abandoned Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket This shit gon' come with you bein' a savage Then she know I ain't no average I'm makin' more money than her daddy 60 cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties Yo, stretchin' the clip, it's extended I think I'll win an election I don't look like what I've been through But I really came from the trenches And we got the stick, bamboo I want the money, it come with the fame She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face My life like zoom, zoom Everyday feel like a holiday My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead) Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes) Cro caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead) Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes) Cro caught a body, because of a promise I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? In my Birkins or Amiri pocket Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact Don't gotta ask me, lil' nigga, I'm on it I do not want it if it's not exotic I'm gettin' money for bein' melodic That nigga flexin' like niggas won't rob him He told the opps, and they had to vanish Extendo, extendo, it's straight up Pilates To gettin' it in to popular pockets When bitches do drills, they poppin' the molly I lied, 7-2-5, but I'm 20 But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know Still got the drip from my head to my toe They lovin' the way that I put that shit on I got the bands, I don't need me a loan Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint (yeah) Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah) And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah, yeah) If you ain't got no bands (yeah-yeah) And that lil' Glock gotta kick, oh (yeah-yeah) He ain't gon' need no- (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it My nigga's dead, they took a part of me Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it What I'ma do wit' all this profit? (E-E-EVRGRN with the hit, yeah) (Yosh made the track)