Asaad (Saudi Money) - Lean Too Hard lyrics

[Hook] I pray to God I dont lean too hard Pour a 1 pour a 2 pour a four I pray to God I dont lean too hard Sippin bar out the jars down to mars I pray to God I dont lean too hard Pour a 1 pour a 2 pour a four I pray to God I dont lean too hard Sippin bar out the jars Verse 1:11 See I still see the stars the world is ours The foreign hoes, exotic cars Can't forget the pain cause I see the scars Young lion double crossed by his Uncle Scar Visions of my father in the clouds were the blues And im over english, real n***as speak in hues Bad b**hes bu*t naked vs nude & troy on the cover middle fingers fuk you All the malin + goetz, first day fresh All you gotta do is say yes, safe s** Fuk'n on marble floors table s**, apex Witt timbs on, n***as corney like an avirex In 1st grade I would shine with a ring pop Now it's patek phillipe it's time to go to wing stop Im at the fresh water bar & you n***as salty Life live it cheer up have a chilled coffee 6 droppin in April, fool, its sixpence I stack dead people thats my 6th sense I like to speak about myself in the 6th tense I dream about the color black in like 6 tints Shaded faded shaded faded The day has come all my praying Has come to & i've made it Theres a quote I live by I'm dying to know who made it it goes Honest hard work always pay ya All this cake leftover feeling like happy belated I'm my moms only son & my little sister favorite 12/30/1990 a star was born on that day & its been on ever since Saayid Asaad's what they named him The young Othello, the flow is yellow Man behind the mask, real life Elmo Give her Kheils for her ashy knees & ashy elbow She got a ashy a**, heaven knows hell no The coriander got my skin like milk & bones Now pop 6 xanax bars & call in the morn Pancakes & syrup, breakfast for dinner My neccesities box of magnums & some swisher b**h cook breakfast, bu*t naked in heels Smoke n fuk'n heels tell me how does it feel Chill ya tits while im crushing on lauren I got a mural in my hood now I'm so important [Hook] Verse 2 Look I still see the scars, the world is ours The winters cold, electric off So nowadays a n***as piss is waters of voss She cook me pancakes, t-shirt & agent Provocateur the Vickis are for amatuers Secrets out, if you bought em you'd understand her more Over stand her more, be a good man Good man, best man, husband Chivalry ain't dead, its all in your head A gentleman's favorite past time is getting head She down to mars, look good in red She rock the nars, crimson red Epicurean clips for the finger tips Bill was like 6 dropped a 1000 dollar tip I'm the sh** I take long showers & long sh**s I'll name my son Ishmeal his nickname the Ish In 1st grade I proposed with a ring pop Now it's Patek Phillipe it's time to go to wing stop Fuk a jolly rancher, We sip it straight, Ak Fuk sprite, We dont chase we sip it straight, Ak 20 timbs to the face if you step to Shout out my cousin Quil, brother & nephew [Hook]