Palm Angels, Palms Itching

[Intro]
(Damjonboi)
(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Ayy

[Verse]
Man, don't talk me to death, I was taught by the best
Ain't nobody hold my hand, had to walk by myself
I got hunger in my face, I got diamonds on my chest
Never know when they on you, so I set it on my lap
They don't got it when you need it, but they got it in they raps
Man, I got it out the mud, fucked it up, and got it back
I left a dime off in Neimans, nigga still went down to Saks
Rap cap-ass nigga, you must be a college grad (Cap)
Ooh, ooh
Man, I made a living off of YouTube (Damn)
I don't fuck with thug, but Boo cool (He cool)
Twenty one-thirty just for two shoes (Chanel)
Ayy, put your city up
Feel Jesus in me now
I got a text from lil' mama, "Can you beat me down?"
Pussy last, money first, that's what we about
Boy be fuckin' up a bag when you see him out
It's a Lamb' in valet, goin' HAM, MIA
Know that every other bullet, it gon' jam if you spray
Thinkin' I'ma get a knot, I'll be damned if I wait
Never had to sit at spots, man, I started off with weight, yeah

[Outro]
Nigga like me ain't even had to pick the mic up, man
I had a promising future in this bag shit, you hear me?
You around this shit, this shit ain't—
Can't make this shit up, nigga
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)
Ooh, ooh
(He cool)
(Chanel)
Ooh, ooh
(Damn)