D. Monroe - Rearview (feat. Lizziano)

They transparent 'cause they paper thin, and they paper thin
Keep paper in my bank account and paper coming in
They always watching keeping in mind, minding my options
So nonchalant, don't give a fuck ain't it obnoxious
Got different problems, on different levels with different bottoms
So, I can fall and still be on top just being honest
Fuck being modest, be who you are its basic logic
Our views way different, we seeing through different optics
It's money only you playing thuggish, carry your luggage
Off your square, all of that baggage clearly you bugging
Lifetime hustler broke, grinding for nothing
And now you just the butt of a joke, shit is disgusting
But they always pointing fingers like I'm on trial
Street educated but I'm off that now
Hard Knock University I passed with a smile
Practicing my free throws, I know people foul
Taste that exhaust, we ain't looking back
Coupe for two, roof removed, we ain't into that
No limit's, autobahn ambition and I mind my business
I never try, I just do it homie, Nike emblem
They don't get it, don't expect them to
Diamonds form under pressure, they ain't built like you
They ain't winning, don't expect them to
If you want to see them niggas, look in my rearview
Niggas wish me death, niggas wish me hell
Praying on my downfall like issa wishing well
Don't want me to prevail, nigga oh well
I would wish you fucks the same but ain't contradicting myself
You see heaven to me is the brick of fishscale
Loaded on Noah's Ark
I know that shit gonna sell
I'm about to tip the scale
Pour an 8th in my chalice, light up an el
Sippin' at the last supper, surrounded by clientele
Can't you tell from your start to finish
Told me mind my business
Remember? Now, your arm extended, hand out, asking for help
Was told never cast pearls on a swine, so I felt
It was time to let you learn from the hand you was dealt
You crucify me in your laughter
And your disciples followed up after
But still through it all niggas ain't mad at ya
I resurrected from the grave laughing still
From the muscle, tell them fetch me mussels for my last meal for real
Taste that exhaust, we ain't looking back
Coupe for two, roof removed, we ain't into that
No limit's, autobahn ambition and I mind my business
I never try, I just do it homie, Nike emblem
They don't get it, don't expect them to
Diamonds form under pressure, they ain't built like you
They ain't winning, don't expect them to
If you want to see them niggas, look in my rearview

Written by:
Darrin Monroe, Jalil Pope

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