hold on

i switch flows like mannequins switch clothes, call my girl the bag lady, she just switch and go, shine on hoes, when she walk even her switch glow, nice frame and she pose like she in vogue, and i ain't talking 'bout the group, i'm talking the magazine, like martin, i have a dream, he, rich enough that i don't give a fuck, state, like gatsby, party and live it up, they downplaying my success but i don't live off luck, and anybody across you, so i don't live off trust, top down on the jeep, coughing on sour and a sweets, sprinkle powder on the street, tossed the profit in a stash, fuck my money up, you tossing back shots, no glass, no gas, i'm a true harlem nigga 'til i pass, keep a top notch bitch, down to her ass, niggas countin' me out, i was down in my last, had to bounce back like 'money may' off the ropes, i don't play, i don't joke, when it come to the flow, i run circles around these niggas like i'm lapping 'em, you left the club in a sedan, like damn, too many hoes, ran out of space, started lapping 'em, call me sugar jae, what's for dinner, roundhouse, rappers upper cut bars, no jabbing 'em, the rap game used to be lyrical, now your name don't mean shit if you ain't digital, speak my mind in rhymes, motherfuck your interview, let this hollow fly in your body give it an inner view, i make a few racks then i spend a few, if i'm in something designer then my lady in it too, a couple jams, i've been in a few, down ass bitch, using a pencil only time she hold a number two, t-bone steaks and champagne, everything is the campaign, new york blood in my veins, bitch i can't change, i come fuck shit up and leave like i can't aim, hold on to your love baby, just enjoy this good dick, don't go love crazy, blue spur in the guts gravy, and these niggas is meatloaf, i'm d-rose, back off an injury, not a better sympathy, rappers albums dropping but they flopping, or pretend to be, hotter than you are, going wood, ain't no wood to me, like millz, what you sold?, i guess we gotta wait and see, nigga