Drae Sativ - RG III

I came out the bag, might leave her
This shit dropping out, no teething
Stuck in the dark like heathens
It's still out the park so beat it
Now you look like a narc, no teasing
Anything that I loose, you can keep it yeah
You take the bag, you need it yea
I'm straight with the tag, you receipt it yeah
You went out sad, I seen it yeah
You fiend, fiend I seen it yeah
Really strange how they say it but don't know the meaning
And I profit off pain, won't keep it a secret
Damn
Bang
Bang, same shit
They don't know the meaning
Yeah, I just wanted to see
You really conceited
Double m, this not a check, this a Maison Margiela the beanie
There's no time for seeking
I don't play no games, I just want the money, believe it yeah yea
Take a look at my face, I mean it
Bat-mobile, black track I can seal
I came out straight for blues, Navy Seal huh
Hopped out, back on tier
Time is up, I was in the hills
Mortal Combat with the Drac' for the meal
Never on flat, keep the gas and the bill
Run money up like tread on the mill
I know the procedure, the penthouse for pills
Shut up, bread still
Relax, put it near
Shut up, bread still
I wanna' pack, keep still
Aim for your head, stop, lit
Record on the Mac, but I shoot on a Tec huh
Still getting profiled? Bet yeah
I got 8 hunnid' just for the pack, and I gotta' ship for it
300 cut for the drank huh but I gotta' ship for it yeah
I'm still not surprised but I'm like I just made it yeah
Call my bankroll slime, cause' somehow we related yeah
I put down the Prime and picked my drank up baby yeah
Texas motion potion, I poured up the ladies yeah
I said fuck the Porsche, the track pushing, pacing yeah
They was in Tom Ford, I put Philipp to Plein it yeah
I just hit my cord, stop complaining
RG III running through the paper yea, yeah
RG III, huh running through the paper yeah
Touchdown

Written by:
William Blose

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