bleach

YSL got it for cheap

Now all these **** think I hit a stain like bleach

7 AM on the beach

Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique

I gave my jeweler Margiela, he gave me a skeleton

I had to bust down the bones

Got dirty looks at the movies, the money was calling

I forgot to silence my phone

Got an invite to a show out in Paris

A **** just downloaded Rosetta Stone

All I wrote down on my rider croissants

If they can't provide em I'll leave it alone

Meeting with Sony, I post on the 'Gram

And now whole lotta rappers are digging my grammar

Charging em $200 a stanza

They pay out of pocket like Vick in Atlanta

Money been jumping it's too much to handle

I call my accountant we working in tandem

Used to get Metcalf for summer

Last week I made double that, school cannot hold a candle

I'm up in Momotaro with lil shorty

I keep the Virgil on me like a 40

Couple of Cubans on me, they imported

They got my neck froze, rigor mortis

I hit the breaststroke in the Benz

Swimming through South Beach with the fins

I just been going crazy with the pen

Cuz I don't get shit off of spins

YSL got it for cheap

Now all these **** think I hit a stain like bleach

7 AM on the beach

Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique

Shorty she down for whatever

I keep my flow under the weather

I'm coal when they come with the pressure

Put diamonds all over the bezel

I can't even count em, too many to measure

Steering wheel light as a feather

It's matching the shade of interior leather

Feeling more patient than ever, taking my time

Enjoying the ride, I'll get there whenever

I'm in the booth when **** are sleeping

Nike Tech hoodie I'm reaping

Hellcat usually sound like a demon

Gave it the Forgis, now that bih creeping

I got 10 toes on the cement

I got 10 fingers on throat, the game in a choke

They hotbox the lab, they burning an oak

They took me to space, I don't even smoke

I hop in the Uber, I smell like a roach

Praying this shit will come out of my clothes

Normally I wouldn't really be tweaking

But I spent a rack and a half on the coat

The berry is bur, I rarely defer

Call Harry for fur, no pun intended

I pick up a pendant, the VVs are looking like ice in a blender

The quality splendid

YSL got it for cheap

Now all these **** think I hit a stain like bleach

7 AM on the beach

Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach

I put a 6 on my beak

Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks

I haven't slept in a week

I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique