Burg - PLASTIC (feat. Camron Williams)

For all my boys out there, my fucking day ones
PLASTIC! Nothing comparable to my dogs standing by my side
Fuck em OPS, they're elastic
Shapeshifting into fame and money, hazy sunny, devil's chasing on my neck
Right behind me
As of now I deserve it, a good life, driving in a red Vetti, ocean Jet setting
Double wearing on my arms two iced R - Millies
Yellow Glocks We Chamber It
Silver Bullet goes through your heart, name is Armageddon
Tight and Steady, always got on me, Lotta Bands
Audemar Piguet - Lotta Bands - Yeah
Then, arms got heavy, in a brand new 'Cedes
Fake people, fat pockets, cheap friends give me fatigue, ah
Cheap friends give me fatigue, ah
It's the LA City Superleague
LA can be kinda scary you know, (Facts...)
Make sure you have your silver bullets
And garlic
(Grrrr Pa Pa Pa)
Fake People, fat pockets
Grim Reaper and I could've see him watching
Fake industry execs, I like to call them goblins
From another planet, I be feeling like a Martian, ah
Modern Slavery, they trading artist at the auction
I'm Click - Clack ready I don't have no other options
Vampire suckers have the life drained out ya
Then forget about ya
That's why I keep a crucifix on the counter
Mannequin Challenge, they way these people so plastic, yeah
They be changing up drastically, radically
What a tragedy
Fake people, fat pockets, cheap friends give me fatigue
Cheap friends give me fatigue
It's the LA City Superleague
Fake people, fat pockets, cheap friends give me fatigue
It's the LA City Superleague

Written by:
Berk Demirci, Camron Williams

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