Palm Angels, Palms Itching

(Damn Jon Boi) (Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas) Ayy Man, don't talk me to death, I was taught by the best Ain't nobody hold my hand, had to walk by myself I got hunger in my face, I got diamonds on my chest Never know when they on you, so I set it on my left They don't got it when you need it, but they got it in they raps Man, I got it out the mud, fucked it up, and got it back I left a dime off in Neimans, nigga still went down to Saks Rap cap-ass nigga, you must be a college grad (cap) Ooh, ooh Man, I made a living off of YouTube (damn) I don't fuck with thug, but Boo cool (he cool) 2130 just for two shoes (Chanel) Ayy, put your city up Wish you should see me now I got a text from lil' mama, "Can you beat me down?" Pussy last, money first, that's what we about Boy be fuckin' up a bag when you see him out It's a Lam' if I lay, goin' HAM, MIA Know that every other bullet, it gon' jam if you spray Thinkin' I'ma get a knot, I'll be damned if I wait Never had to sit at spots, man, I started off with weight, yeah Nigga like me ain't even had to pick the mic up, man I had a promising future in this bag shit, you hear me? You around this shit, this shit ain't- Can't make this shit up, nigga Ooh, ooh (Damn) Ooh, ooh (he cool) (Chanel) Ooh, ooh (damn)