I'm walking with substance
This paper i'm counting on
I walk round feeling paranoid
Yeh she give me conscious
I'm spilling drank on my lanvins
Bro play the keys like a pianist
I took the trip for a reason
The push sweet like vengeance
She sucking dick like she a atheist
That was my brudda I hate him
N I ain't got a lot of hatred
Soon as I touch it I spend it
Cause I ain't got a lot of patience
And you ain't got a lot of elegance
Talking bout they're gonna wet him up
Tosiena that's my favourite
Another line my cup ain't wet enough
I Switch the sim inside my cellular
I used to dank out the seminar
I ain't gripping my breddas are
I ain't whipping but my brudda is
In the cold I'm getting summer sick
Switch the play I gotta run wit it
Posted with thotties n travellers
Yung listo I never been average
I pay attention to the politics
It's how I step and how I handle it
I pay attention to the politics
I'm walking with substance
This paper im counting on
I walk round feeling paranoid
Yeh she give me conscious
I'm spilling drank on my lanvins
Bro play the keys like a pianist
I took the trip for a reason
The push sweet like vengeance
She sucking dick like she a atheist
That was my brudda I hate him
N I ain't got a lot of hatred
Dat was my brudda i hate him
I ain't got a lot a hatred
Swerving dodging all the fake shit
Swerving dodge them like the matrix
Tosiena that my favourite
Cause I still feel the pane
I won't ever feel the same
I will never feel the same
I'm a student of the game
Took a lot of Ls took a lot of losses
Had to turn into a boss
I could really write you up
Snitching ima tie him up
Break your fingers off
Turn him into porridge
I'ma do it on my ones
Only me that I trust
I want her so bad
But she look like karma
Ion want no stress
You get cut like barber
Ion need no friends
Cau I got my brothers
N my price went up
I won't tell you twice
I'm walking with substance
This paper im counting on
I walk round feeling paranoid
Yeh she give me conscious
I'm spilling drank on my lanvins
Bro play the keys like a pianist
I took the trip for a reason
The push sweet like vengeance
She sucking dick like she a atheist
That was my brudda I hate him
N I ain't got a lot of hatred