Extra Boy

I was starving, being surrounded by their riches

Designer shit, just within my arm's reach

Extra boy, with no future, with no features

All I see is how they feast,

All feel is thirst underneath my t-shirt

Never care ‘bout their handouts

Now all my players penthouse

Multilingual

Multividual

Never tried to keep up with the crowd

Rhyming be the ritual

Bitch, I keep my pistol loaded

Yeah it’s harder then a missile

I went insane, surrounded by the pain

Grinding, saturday to saturday

Overtime, i had no time to wait

Outside, this straight up from my brain

Posi vibes, posi wave

Usually I’m bona dude

Throw my head back, smoke rising up

Got so high off latitude

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

Wipe that smirk off your face, bitch, i could say

Aayh

I move white girls, like cane moved Cobain

Move rich kids, can't see enemies like I'm Ray

Ayah

I sound weird

I'm too straight

 

All of my Neitz, finesse hard

Counting bands, impressive sum

Smoke rings, on the setting sun

Police think I'm a yakuza

Vintage wu wear on me

Feel like I'm the one of the famous 9

I feel like I'm glowing

Another designer line

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I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport

I came from a dirt

Lamborghini sport