PRADA PLATES

[Intro]
Look
Yeah, ayy, one time
Ayy, one more fucking time, man, like
Let me share it real quick, ahem, look, yeah

[Verse]
Name one time that I ever ate off all the plates
Benz driving, whip a hundred miles like it's forty-eight
The only time you lames talk is when y'all saving face
Last place, anything but first is something I couldn't face
I couldn't take a look like that, it's bad and y'all been knowing
T. Swift, the hunger won't fill my pain, we both some tortured poets
I feel like Chance the Rapper, 'posed to blow up
I rep my city hard as hell, but I guess they wouldn't know it
I gave out chances to show love, but they often blow it
I feel like Jordan in '9-6, flip-side of lowest
I know the highest of heights, these prices went the lowest
They got me thinking I ain't [?] guess I'm scared to show it
I'm scared to run, people watching with ulterior motives
I'm scared my friends taking bribes, now they set-up focused
I'm scared these girls just tryna use me, get some pearls off Novus
I couldn't fuck with any bitch rocking Fashion Nova
Look
I couldn't fuck with any bitch rocking Fashion Nova
Oh my fucking God... these bitches' trifling, man
That's 40K up on my wrist, they know my type be, man

[Outro]
COLOR THEORY
Is the end?
Is the end?
(This is the end)
(This is the end!)
(This really is the end)
This the end?