Got Damn Hank P. - Bape Camo & Deadstocks

Man, I swear to God I didn't want to wear these shoes man
I thought I was gonna be able to keep them on ice for a few years
Fuck it though
And they hard
Bio Beige Tinker's
Pinky look gorgeous while my hand hit the blinker
Look
I highly doubt that you 'bout that life
Breath smelling like Veuve
I'm still blowing on the dice
Lost the 36, bought the 42
And you'd shit bricks
If you caught a glimpse of what I'm 'bout to do
I'm baking soda
Fire Caine
Merged with the water
Canada Goose parka
In a four door Porsche
At Plaza Motors
They know us
Let's call a spade a spade
You clowns is looking like jokers
The block I'm from
Still jump like Hoodie Rio
Camo wind breaker
Compliments of Valentino
Me and Ill Will
Passing through Reno
Niggas resumes
Ain’t matching with they egos
TEAM POLY BITCH
UGHHHH
TEAM POLY BITCH
Look
Jerseys from my childhood adolescences
Fair share of L's
No losses
All lessons
Witnessed God's favor
From my fruits of labor
Money piling up
Two sky scrapers
I'm from where
Nelly Mo got rich as fuck
Larry Hughes went to school Before he switched it up
Eric Reedus had that bag
Then got jammed up
I did it all
Who am I to fuck tradition up
Heman Park Legend
In my black and gold Adidas
I used pump fake
And shoot my jumpers from the bleachers
Teachers couldn't reach us
Fresh like everyday's Easter
Shout out to my first gold chain and beeper
Tom Sachs Mars Yards
Parked the spaceship
Dead Stocks
And some big whips
A cool 10K in that shoe box
Bape Camo and some Dead Stocks
UGHHHH

Written by:
Henry Powell

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