40oz Slushie - Rags To Riches lyrics

[Verse 1: GreenManJelani] Chilling low key in the trenches These n***as hate on me but I know they a bunch of b**hes b**h I am The Game, I will leave you with some stitches Margiela on my torso, but I ain't the f**ing richest Trigger finger itching I'm cooking in the kitchen But I'm not making Briscuits Scrape the f**ing bowl like I'm cleaning up the dishes These n***as acting wimpy cuz i came from Rags To Riches [Verse 2: Elai$] P-p-p-pull up in the foreign and you know that sh** a rari I might step right on your shoe and never will say sorry Stay with the auto tune like Nessly and Pollari Birthday coming soon and I might just throw a party Making this money to easy Girl sour lemon squeezy Ibraheem rocking yeezy's Roast your junk like Berleezy Stay with sh** like a bu*t I roll up a spliff and a blunt Sorry but I had to stunt Living my life give no f**s [Verse 3: Sixball] Stay with the gas, but this ain't no QuikTrip Diamonds dripping blue, but I ain't no crip Flow got you sailing like a f**ing pirate ship Pull up on that hoe, but then I gotta dip Chopper shooting straight, you can call me Hawkeye J's on my feet, cuz I ain't no Croc guy Ask me why I'm flying, cuz I'm so damn high Got a lotta bread, but I ain't talking rye