Guestlist E

Uh, yeah. Uh, yeah. Uh, yeah. The boys. Uh, yo. Six names on my guest list. Six songs on my set list. Too fresh in the backseat. Digging for the gold In my molars, gap teeth. Give me the M's, I'm an athlete. Still running to the M's like track meet. Uh, still running for the M's like, Uh. Used to build, but now we don't build. Used to chill, but now we don't chill. Sick of these niggas, bitch, I'm ill. Been through the hardest swallowed pill. Nigga, I'm real as this Gucci belt. You don't even know how the Gucci felt. Back to being a prick. Back to being legit. Spliff in my hand, hand on my hip. Grinding my gears, give me the chip. I'm in the whip, I'm in the rag. I'm in the passenger side. Running your mouth, I'm tryna glide. High. Six names on my guest list. Six songs on my set list. Too fresh in The backseat. Digging for the gold in my molars, Gap teeth. Give me the M's, I'm an athlete. Still running to the M's like track meet. Uh. Yo, yo. Still running for the M's like- Been writing sixteens in my head since about Sixteen. Now I'm holding it down for the team. Backslap if you chat about me. Hand on my head, been holding it down for The scene. I need more funds, I ain't talking 'bout Kodjo. See Becks, she really in Tokyo. Blind on the haters, they really some bozos. Still hungry, I'm touching my torso. Close to the fight, these niggas some no-shows. Why the fuck do you think that I'm spazzing On beats? For my family lee. Yo. Leveling up and I'm bringing the P's. For real. 'Cause they counting on me. I know it's my time, waiting patiently. See, I have to believe. Yeah, I have to believe. Yeah, I have to Believe. They put money on me, I put money On heads. Take your gally to bed, I don't Trust in a fed. I don't trust in a Pig. They know me and I'm making it big. Making it big, see you don't understand. Ain't no capping this shit, see I'm really the Man. I put back in my slip, always stick To the plan. He ain't jacking the shit, but He really a fan. Put your boy in a Van, put a K on my wrist. See the Way that it glisten. Feel like the baz in My pocket, I'm taking the piss. Taking the risk for whatever it is. It is what it is, baby, give me a Kiss. Man stop and search, feds on a frisk. I'm spinning the shit 'til I'm breaking the disc. Freezing my pain with the ice on my wrist. Six names on my guest list. Six songs on my set list. Too fresh in the backseat. Digging for the gold In my molars, gap teeth. Give me the M's, I'm an athlete. Still running to the M's like track meet. Uh, still running for the M's like. Still running for the M's like. What?