Jordan Rietto - Park

Speak in tongues of deception they'd crumble under the truth
This intellect is a weapon I been a vandal from youth
This body is but a vessel all my ambitions forever
The drive last til the grave
Won't park it til I'm a legend
I'm on
Tunnel vision focused on deposits
I ain't closed my eyes in three or four days
Momma asking what's wrong
A thousand fires burning in my body
Til the card turns black I let it blaze

My generation in a situation where every life is one Daytona
It's full send on that 500 won't catch a Z til five days over
Hard headed no patience
Hate seeing the same faces
3rd eye 2020 no Lasick
I see through the phony vibrations
We never stopped
We never could
All of the kids
It's understood
Gotta get rich
Over the night
From Palisades and into the hood
Ain't no timeline where I'm satisfied
Need all greenbacks in teal
We don't stop to smell the roses til aromas pay the bills
My boys make young niggas do back flips
Reckless acts tryna get where the cash is
Drive like this might endanger traffic
I won't sleep til the pinewood mattress
And when I crash
Shed no tear
Nomad boy bury me in my ice
Til that day keep us outta yo crib Geek$treet bois finna ruin yo night
If we pulling up
We tear it down
Start up the whip
Spin it around
Red & blue lights flash
Dip through the crowd
Get rich and die fast
You know that I'm down

Speak in tongues of deception they'd crumble under the truth
This intellect is a weapon I been a vandal from youth
This body is but a vessel all my ambitions forever
The drive last til the grave
Won't park it til I'm a legend
I'm on
Tunnel vision focused on deposits
I ain't closed my eyes in three or four days
Momma asking what's wrong
A thousand fires burning in my body
Til the card turns black I let it blaze

Rich black boy business who is you
Them lil money arm spreads just ain't enough
Throw my girl jewelry when I'm bored
Her house look like sonic sloppy drunk
Two tails I ain't worried bouta third
I got enough cream cheese as it is
Ain't tryna move rogue with this girl
But I gotta soft spot for her friend
Slave to my own ambitions I've long accepted the fate
I'm feeling my 20s creeping I ain't got no time to waste
Rizzy figured it out y'all
My company models and outlaws
These niggas that figure the absence of figures and digits is their only downfall but that's real
We them Burnout boys, them shut out boys
Staring down the barrel of downs
Bro might slice the cuffs
Scream enough's enough but he bed-swerve and smokes loud
I need 23 occupations only tryna live up to my name
Ball so hard on all of you fuck boys my face grace the cover of this game
Lame
One time for the boys in the back tryna look tryna sound like me
Three times for the geek with the racks and the tech like he work IT
Fully following a fortune
Royalties and endorsements
Til the day I make an M
For every L I took before it

Speak in tongues of deception they'd crumble under the truth
This intellect is a weapon I been a vandal from youth
This body is but a vessel all my ambitions forever
The drive last til the grave
(Yell, amp effect) Won't park it til I'm a legend
I'm on
Tunnel vision focused on deposits
I ain't closed my eyes in three or four days
Momma asking what's wrong
A thousand fires burning in my body
Til the card turns black I let it blaze

Written by:
Jordan Kalu

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