MajinZay & 404WILL - GREY$kIES

A milli profit keep it in the music
They thinking it's blow how a nigga moving
And I'm talking guaponese yea I speak it fluent
And I'm supa trendy show 'em how to do it
Yea
I remember grey skies now the hunnids blue
Now the cars, clothes, hoes coming by the two
I remember grey skies now the hunnids blue
Now the cars, clothes, hoes coming by the two
My feet double G I don't do the Gucci
Lately I been dreaming and all of em' lucid
No I can't save you girl I'm not Cupid
I see they faking they life on computers
I feel like Drakeo yea I'm really the ruler
I can teach you sumn like a tutor
Thinking shit sweet keep assuming
He tryna be like me than you gonna lose it
Go run up a bag nigga what is you doing
Mixing Marc Jacobs the sweater is Junya
No I can't entertain all them petty Lil rumors
I call up my boy turn this shit straight to ruins
Can't think of this shit boy it might leave you clueless
Fat pockets these shits look like Rasputia
Black label wax denim when I be moving
Niggas tryna measure up but we not congruent
I think I derserve a plaque for my influence
Niggas tryna hold me back I gotta get too it
Dior on my jeans made by Hedi Slimane
Got the Teddy Psych jacket he did for Saint Laurent
I see from both sides these Chanel frames
And she rep the Task Force like it's Wu-Tang
Black on black Kaws bitch I'm Bruce Wayne
And I'm goat tier born ona 2nd day
I took off for a year while niggas run in place
I been scoring just like Dirk off the fadeaway
I was fucked up, I was hurt, built it from the dirt
I quarterback now you my cousin I should call ya Kurt
I can't fuck on these lil bitches all they do is lurk
I say shouts 4200 came up off the block
I got bruddas havin jobs and ones who kill n rob
She said if it ain't a key well do it gotta lock
Flexin like you caught a body niggas cheddar Bob
Pockets Mac n cheese stroll down the boulevard
And if you slid you can't renege, or they gone pull ya card
I'm sipping Ace of Spades, she say I broke her heart
I do this music shit like Mozart
All me n God, coming up guess I was co-taught
Think it's safe to say that I'm stuck in my Goyard
I go hard from Sunday to the next Sunday
I'm practically a preacher that done seen a bit of gunplay
Wordplay savant Saint Laurent on my bitch's shoes
5'10, but I tower over the biggest dudes
Why you ask who? Cause we know that it isn't you

Written by:
Isiah Oudems, William Harris

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