Andre Hustace - Gianni

Jimmy Ivine, promised minajes, prime steaks, 3 clocks for the watch face, Alliyah and Sade for the evening get me up call it broad day
This shit is turning out like a blind date
(I’m taking what you owe me nigga)
They ain’t make it I’m different fuck what they all say
Lord forgive me cuz I’m loyal to some niggas who lost faith
They gon praise casino and Scarface
And if shit can get out of hand, keep the Allstate in the crawl space
Moms from buffalo on right I do it the Conway
Then we ship it down where Benny stay
The boys is on the interstate, you gotta sit in place
If you tryna push the flex then you ain’t fit to lift the weight
That’s how they implicate
The clean room sacred like namaste
Which craft and spirits round the house a nigga gotta sage
Keep your chips inside a safe in case of cloudy days
Cuz if the hogs can spot the white it’s time to hibernate
I know ops gon find a mole to pin they raps against
Capitalize and cut they sentence short like acronyms
If that’s the case then the trafficking never happened then
Check the odds, cuz even if it did I’d never rat to them
If rap don’t work I’ll get Pablo to patch me in
Cuz this industry gon drive us to the edge and call it accidents
Should I talk dope, or dope talk
I ain’t like the way he smirked, now his teeth out gave him Botox
My little sister gotta coke addict dad
Fucked up my moms and I ain’t even beat his coke headed ass
Think bout it often, doing harm cuz I’m controlled by the past
Got me scrapping wit my father while I’m coping with that
Vocab was fab, but failing English honor roll is where I started out
Magnet program and sports for the Harvard route
But niggas tryna get they dick wet and study slaughterhouse
Because sex, money, and drugs is what this life is all about it’s Dre bitch
Gold accent but all black for for the body
Stun em like misses salma in 97 Gianni
Looks that’ll kill, aesthetic that’s to die for
Move in a tasteful fashion knock Ralph Lauren off his high horse
We cut from a different cloth I’d hate to try yours
Cuz you lack a certain patina, deserving the ether
Hate to see a nigga winning, I soar
That means I fly more
Corrupt July fourth so keep that eye open like Cyborg
Destiny be testing me so I stay locked in the zone
Tell her baby come through like when her moms wasn’t home
Gave my whole life in search of that philosopher’s stone
Me and bro been going full metal: John Pauly Jones
Time is ticking check the clock on your phone, latest issue
Another cop playing judicial, it’s sick foo
Next time I hope they miss dude before we miss dude
My moms only wish is that she dies before her kids do
Punches gotta kick like jujitsu if it hits you
I hope my voice echos long after I’m gone
God's children out existence being lost and alone
They’d rather see you poppin the chrome to blow the top of your dome
Bang

Written by:
Andre Hustace

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