T-Shirt (P-Mix)

(Hey hey)

What I got up in my closet? Wouldn't you like to know?
I don't move like all you niggas my sauce still my own
I no jock no styles, flavors; I provide them all
Don't need no stylist on me, welcome to my fashion show

White leather on the Chuck Taylors, they a lil dirty, yeah they got some holes
Came from hustle, grind, and drive. That's just how I roll
Did a couple shows. No one came for those
Walk a mile in my shoes I done earned my stripes down to the soles

Verse 1:
I stood in line so long a young nigga can't even feel his toes
Slept out in the cold, off-brand hoodie just to keep me warm
Yeah it's still the struggle but I strive, I'm gon' make my goals
Lies! What yall have been told, if you see a foreign car

Or designer clothes, Cuban links, they vermeil chains, I know!
Even worse it's rented if it's real, like how low can y'all go?
Can't y'all see how real niggas with money never try to show it off
Why you flossing? Couldn't have been that bad when you was broke

I'll broke forever in my mind, that's how you gotta go
Let em think I'm bummy with no money, I don't want them to know
I keep me some sercets, they the Best kind. Got the best grind in the city, we don't ever waste time, yeah

Verse 2:
All these rap niggas phony, they still way too "industry" for me
I would rather cop the compound with my niggas and secretly go make history

Making love to the game, I ain't pulling out, all I'm breeding is legends, you know me
These niggas ain't got no legacy growing. Last as long as a Galaxy phone

That's why you all gon' need quick charge instead of wireless
My hustle, shit is tireless
Music I'm making is timeless, I'll be relevant like, 3 waves from now, I'm inspiring niggas

Boss moves, only hiring niggas. If they ain't moving then I'm firing niggas

Out the mud like I'm Jeff Bez, Steve Jobs, or Hiram, nigga

Everybody either singing praises, or sending prayers, speaking prophecies, nigga

Out here calling me, I'm leading my village

Only a matter of time 'fore yall get it

Only need one girl to ride for me nigga
Only one getting my time from me nigga
I'm way, way better than all of her niggas
All yall lil' thots move aside from me, if ya...

Don't want no problems, no riding free, nigga
"Is he successful?" Well, obviously, init?

"Is he famous?" Well, he oughta be, nigga. Your ex-man? I'm Apocalypse to him!

Your next man couldn't stop what me doing
Big bands all that I can see. (I can see.)
Gotta keep plugging at it, so just watch out lil' bih
My outlet only "currently" hidden

Hook
What I got up in my closet? Wouldn't you like to know?
I don't move like all you niggas my sauce still my own
I no jock no styles, flavors; I provide them all
Don't need no stylist on me, welcome to my fashion show

White leather on the Chuck Taylors, they a lil dirty, yeah they got some holes
Came from hustle, grind, and drive. That's just how I roll
Did a couple shows. No one came for those
Walk a mile in my shoes I done earned my stripes down to the soles