 Draw talk, got candy painted Now the whip dripping that flavor Old school sitting on swangles Like the whip made by Jada Yeah, the rims are entangled Take a picture at this angle If my girl had a damn hole in fans I could not treat it like she an angel Count paper, lick in my fingers Money comin' in at every angle Every beat I'm on, gettin' initiated I be out here makin' bangles Leave more closet room and more hangers Cause I'm really into fashion I've been out here eatin' and you ain't So I guess you fastin' But that day ain't none of my business It ain't how you start, man, it's how you finish I started, I lose it and now I'm winning And I don't even remember the beginning Though nothin' is given, I had to go get it So I went and got it, now you see me with it It's all tailor made, yeah, I fit it No, I don't count, don't wanna fit it You doin' your rap, ain't yeah, I get it Niggas will do anything for an image Reaching for cloud to have you in the clouds So it's best to cut out all the gimmicks So watch what you sayin', put clock on your sentence I'm just tellin' you what I know And you do not see no horns on my head So please stop sayin' I'm the goat Cause I ain't tryin' to look like that ugly shit, man, with a can't got to stay with steep Your boy that blame, I'm pullin' the trip And that's when the drinkin' gone Disappear, where did he go? You know that nobody know So stop beggin' like you could see a nigga when you never could before What the hell I got a lot for? Yeah, yeah Drop top guy candy painted, not a wilt drippin' that flavor, flavor, mm Say it, drop top guy candy painted and not a wilt drippin' that