The British Are Relaxed

[Verse 1: J $tash]
Too much glory for the underdog
This rap sentence comes out [?]
I got bad women up on my balls
At these fashion shows with a bunch of stars
At the Gucci store sipping on Cristal
Me and Danny Seth buying out the bar
We don’t need shit but we buy the car
Got Rolex and the Audemar
I don’t need babies, lil bitches in flavors
It’s Maison Margiela's, no almighty sweater
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand or better
My Rick Owens sneakers got black [?] leather
My swag is illegal, it’s killing you niggas
I dress like a Beatle, my girl’s like Aaliyah
You talking that money but we don’t believe you
I got me some good head from this girl named Piah

[Verse 2: Collard]
Vibing, your boy in the bitch
No lie, nigga that’s what it is
Young BG with the charge
Young Steph Curry with the swish
I be tryna get it how I live
Young Harry Kane with the hits
Young Ric Flair in this bitch
No lie nigga, that’s what it is
I ain’t touch rolls in a minute
With them south boys, they with it
Don’t get jumped for them gimmicks
TECs don’t come with a limit
Thank god every day for my come up
We was tryna get it how we living
Seen money turn green, that’s just fake
Seen 12 turn bitch niggas crickets

[Verse 3: Danny Seth]
One verse, a hearse, and no coroners
And I [?] the boot like a tourist
Inside the bitch like an organ
And I be your fool like the circus
Talk shit and quickly abort it
I’m in front of these girls like porches
And I don’t do forfeits
And the places that I hang
You can’t get in like a fortress
Want a feature, can’t afford it
Copperdales, I count enormous
So I signed to myself but my boys got my back like a [?]
All in your ear like an earring
But I still keep it underground like an earwig
Pop Adderalls so I think clearly
TBAC ‘till I depart dearly