LIVE FROM THE MET

[Intro]
Ahaa
Yeahh
Essco
Shit
We don't give a fuck about your dress code
Hell no
Nigga
[?] in the paint, nigga

[Verse: Billie Essco]
Ayy nigga, we live from the Met
Real live niggas throwing dice at the steps
Money on the flow, get your whole bank [?]
It ain't the money that you spent
It's the money that you kept
Kept it fresh like plastic on [?]
Where's busy B, probably in Malibu and Nobu
Might be in that wire
A sweet chick with a [?] [?]
She keep rummin' my Loewe cause it's sheepskin
I wanna go deep in, I was never shallow
I wanna be a freeman, I was never chattel
I would never do dirt with my friends that go and tattle
And I don't drink milk from no cattle
Army color range
Lemo tense a case, these niggas lookin' interior color
Bisc off cookies
You could peep to taste like a food sample
It's ample amount of time to shine for what you stand for
Land power and respect what we demand, bro
We gon' get the money off of everything
My time on this earth will be heavenly
While these devils tryna go and get the best of me
And these demons keep pressin' me sexually
God is in his garments, only angels undressin' me
My word is my weaponry, my pen is my sword
I could really start a war
Really share love in the name of the Lord
The game got bored cause niggas took it for granted
Niggas got grown and rented up in the Lenny
Thousand dollar pants and eighty dollar Stan Smiths
Niggas took intentional chances
And now we do business across Atlantic
I'm tryna vanish and vanquish
In the L.A. Lee Mae Vance
Baby, I'm so handsome
And I'm Sandra's only grandson
Sandra's only grandson