Loaf inside my pockets this aint rye 
35 in Robert Borden feelin like dat guy 
Polymer my paper wash it once might wash it twice Im from c-a-n-a-d-a I got money on my mind 

USD be taxin I aint trippin that exchange rate hardly nothin said fuck it bought brought a wad of 50's wit me to the function 
I'm clutchin some lil pussy tryna cross me imma up it 
One shot right in yo leg think for a second that I'm bluffin

Fuck a money dance im laughin out the bank just got another envelope that thang be swole as robert frank 
Fuckin a cullinan dont need a wraith im tryna buy a tank 
Blow the walls right off yo crib yo whole property get blanked
Focused on my grind dont give a fuck bout what you thank 
My baby actin bad as fuck she jus wanna get spanked I pay 300 a cup my opps be rollin off that crank 
Wear it once and toss my whole closet full of drank 

Cant hardly sleep if I aint got a hoe beside me so I keep my roster full probly got at least like 90 of em 
Tell her shutup when she talk she soundin whiney if you aint askin fo some dick then do yo thang and do it quietly 

Blackout on friday wake up somewhere I cant recognize 
All I know is this one gon affect my whole impression I might have to do some flexin on these pussies for the second time dont say you down to ride if you gon fold up on me testifyin

My boys be goin crazy got em spinnin like a spindle big body tahoe shooter probly leanin out the window cant get to you wit my hands might have to hit you wit dat pistol, im solid keep it steady shit I'm sumn like a gimbal

Make me buss dont need a reason, I leave em bleedin barrel full of hollows let it rock soon I'll be squeezin squeezin 
Been grindin in my city for some months guess what I'm leavin 
hopped on an international flight be there by tomorrow evenin 
Underrated time to wake ya'll up cause ya'll be sleepin
Imaginary smoke pparently me and this dude beefin
But I aint turnin nothin down soom he aint gon be breathin put his face up on a tee his momma probly gon be weepin

Im a bag chaser big timer lil bitch fax
Walkin out the club wit empty pockets threw up six racks
Fendi gucci prada on me whole outfit be mismatched 
We throw back percocets with water like them thangs be tic tacs
And I sparin nobody I'm tryna get my lick back
Pop the clutch and hit the gas Zo6 give you whiplash got bales stacked in the trunk back in highschool I used to flip packs
Been carryin my city aint gon cap I got a stiff back





Instrumental; Hot Boy - Lil Bam
Sample; 5% Tint - Travis Scott

All bars written, mixed and mastered by myself using BandLab, Message for copyright info.
Cover Art by @trashcanpaul/ insta

5Percent

Time to make some noise, been way too long that I been holdin back 
See them boys point out the biggest one and make em fold in half, we spankin shit, this forty clappin I might get yo homie whacked 
Cant hit my blunt this one filled with opps bitch I be smokin thrax 

Dont be concerned I might OD been pourin fours in litres 
Tap my card for 15k got like 3 different visas 
No limit on them bitches either I spent what I pleases 
My finger squeezin on that trigger itchin like I'm fiendin 

Breakin bread for the family, I stack paper like Micheal Scott 
Dont play wit the kid in public one wrong move n ya might get popped 
Dirty hunnids up under the floorboards I'm workin on wipin em off, feelin bored right now run a drill real quick dat muffukin pipe get rocked 

They wont let me in game for some reason  
Get up off my chest I'm just comin up for some air and I'm hardly breathin
rich like Roddy them racks in the middle lil bitch I ball every season 
They gon cut me down every time that I talk lil known fact aint even bleeding 

You cant hold me back struggled for so long aint nun even get to me now
Cant lie I'm blessed to be here where I'm at last year I would flex wit a pound them hoes that I wanted before Impressed tellem get lost cant get a check from me now 
Couldnt get none but a laugh for a while now its nun but respect from my town

My motor be hummin, I stomp on the pedal  when I'm on the road 
500 horses every red light that I see gettin muffuckin blown 
I know my momma be stressin this aint the  life she be wishin I chose, fuck it I'm ballin if you want smoke then come put that shit on the floor, BITCH 

Bank account got several digits in it thats a sight to see 
Finally found the block he stayin in we bouta wipe it clean 
Pipe it up my cyphers sound insightful I cant write or read
Shit I might be cappin I'm so high that I cant sight the beam 
Carhartt for my pants look at my feet them thangs say Nike Supreme my cup got mud inside the bottom, 
I'm feelin like a fiend fuck I'm feelin sheisty off these meds but I been fightin sleep might be my third day in row no dozin I been bitin beans

Wont spend a dolla on no bitch too busy out here droppin bars 
He acting gangsta barrel in yo face now watch it bark sending 7.62 bullets overhead might drop a star lil boy post exotic whips like they all his he probly washin cars 


All bars written, mixed and mastered by myself using BandLab, Message for copyright info.

jules

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