TWENTY (BOTYFREESTYLE #6)

Yeah, ay

I said, gotta bring myself back on track, ay
Tryna split cash, let the bands acrobat, ay
Pass it to my fam, ay
Still fuck around
Duck fakes, let me cancel my plans
Fuck a business call, I just wanna see how she dance
Fuck a calendar, I'm counting till I won't
And I can't rap or write tracks
Time pass fast when you tryna get a life check
Oops, need the Coupe, lay 20
Still venting for that nice check
Nike check, new deal
Think I'll earn my stripes
Rock Adidas vests, show em where the gap is
I'm betting on myself again, ooh
She rock skims like her last name West
She bеlieve in hersеlf more than me at best
Okay, delusion in a stupid mess
Cubric with the lamb's neck
Shining when I school my bitch
Damn, wassup
Yeah, look

I can't count 20s in my twenties bitch, yeah
I can't sit still, home kind [?]
Big oolong, I'm a [?] still
Difference is that my shit real
Y'all tryna hide behind the cam like you a big deal
I don't wanna hear about your shit
You a bitch still
I don't wanna see a new whip
That's some [?]
Betting each art that I tap in
Back when, writing old hooks about my closets
And cabinets and cabins and catfishing averages
Thinking I'm a sink like tanning
Zero Fahrenheit, need the fucking padding
Steer more goals for the mansion
Clear more roads, I still imagine
Shit like a child in a massive world
That I built, still here
Money lifestyle, fabrics, I got it
30K attendance to the show, sip tonic
After with the family
Clappin' on some ass cheek
I had shawty dancing
Spillin' on my mattress
Children, I got plenty
All these hoes scare me
All hundreds, no fuckin' 20s
Nah, look
I can't count 20s in my twenties bitch, yeah
Look, 20s in my twenties

Yeah, book me for the shows
I didn't do college
Put me with the pros
They all think I'm wildin'
Stylists, I make 'em jobless, ay
New piece from Chanel
Shawty I get [?]
All my rings [?]
All my shit came fresh, no stolen
New goals I achieved, no old ones
New hoes on my dick
'Cause I'm poppin'
Yeah
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