minimal things

I got some skin in the game, not the right skin color for rap
I just need minimal things,
couple million and my face on the plaque
They gon' spend 10 on the chain just to tuck it, man this shit is a trap
I don't got nothing to say, to each his own as a matter of fact
I been in the Ville way too turnt up
Nissan switch lanes like Vernon
I been tryna find my one person It's not you, baby I'm certain
Big on the privacy, might buy the Rolls for the curtains
I want the lifestyle, minus the watchin' and lurkin'
Based on the miles between us, I tell her that we been diverging
And for the others, fuck it, tell em that I been deservin'
Fuck that I earned it
I'm from the burbs
I seen the burdens
Don't go to church
In need of a service
Burnin' the birch, shit make me feel so perfect
You could never tell me what I'll be
Cut me open, you gon' see the blue that I would bleed
Go cats, stayin' true to what is me
I don't do the purple, fuck the lean
Okay, bitch I'm back again like what's up
Know we chatted when the loaf was just the breadcrumb
You was tatted, oh the one I think I found her
Bit dramatic, thought that way before you said sum
Fast forward, you sip on the red rum
Old soul, I been tryna stay young
Blow smoke, I'll just ruin my lungs
Okay, I'll admit that you fucked up
Yeah