White Givenchys

White Givenchy on the feet to match the short sleeves
Okay
Aye

I might fight fair by nature, but when surrounded
By monsters, devils and demons, it gets compounded
I find compromise for survival and for progression
And burn that loud all the while until in congestion
The so called friends turn to foes over some dollars
Ur ex turn vindictive and wanna fuck with the squatters
Forward ever backward never
Bury grudges, no vendettas
Surgeon with the cut-off counting the ties that I sever
Like a poster on the wall I hang tough thru stormy weather
Like rainfall and floods of badluck
Brought a whole bunch of lessons of life that add up
Like bricks when a Mason is raising his stacks up
Four walls and a roof, all a G needs to recoup
Peep me in the coup, rolling some kush king in the coup
Lifes short, so we take long trips to the airport
Stray thoughts, send shivers right thru ur chest core

White Givenchy on the feet to match the short sleeves
Ray bans polarized for when the sun bleeds
Private beaches we brunching chilling with pretty creatures
Somersaulting thru the summer locking down them features
Painting pictures, I'm basquiat with a gidi vision
Tainting scriptures, they want me inside a mental prison
I stay flexing perplexing them with the next steps
deeper depths, keep diving until it beeps Red

What would I change if I did it twice
Probably lose the chain
And live a simple life
Thru all the pain
How did we get it right
Fortunate & Fame if you survive the fight

What would I change if I did it twice
Probably lose the chain
And live a simple life
Thru all the pain
How did we get it right