Kid Finesse - Forreal

Bad baby getting ready In the mirror feelin herself
And once my pockets get a little better
Take you dressin at fifths
Askin why they got the hands out when they asking how I been
Take another trip a state away but I can't get away from this bitch
Oouu, yeah
Flex three-thousand dollars think I need Amiri pants forreal
Balenciaga runners I ain't runnin on no track forreal
Fuck a Plan B we in deep don't mean no afterpill
Old homies they funny, fuck em they ain't ever actin real
Why they talking fake man, they all fake man
They all fake man, we put them days in
Said I been patient, I been waiting
And we steady gon work to the plan
I been up from the night to the a.m.
Thinking I better work to the bands
Maybe then I can split it in half
Yeah, I'm where I'm at
Cause they never asked where I'm at
Yeah, came so far
Been so far member I was hoppin out the car
Got old homies some trickin some of them wit me from the start
Real pink in the Minute Made mixing up as slow as a minute long
Couldn't even let the roof come between me and the fucking stars
Blew a bag up on the Louis she wearing even tho it's coming off
Flex three-thousand dollars think I need Amiri pants forreal
Balenciaga runners I ain't runnin on no track forreal
Fuck a Plan B we in deep don't mean no afterpill
Old homies they funny, fuck em they ain't ever actin real
Shawty tell me sweet nothings, I been street hustling
Jus been racing to my bag this sum quicker money
Take the fast route tryna get a milli on me
This money ain't gon last forever
Lately I been calm collected
Gotta make it last forever some how
Cousin commas yelling fuck a sentence
This the dope route
Turn a ounce into a pound been breaking down
Blues in my pocket like my ass Been banging now
She don't know if I got cash cause I don't take it out
I been too busy getting rich no time for hanging out
Smoke a whole tray to the face then we layin out
Made it to the game ain't no way that I'm playing now
Flex three-thousand dollars think I need Amiri pants forreal
Balenciaga runners I ain't runnin on no track forreal
Fuck a Plan B we in deep don't mean no afterpill
Old homies they funny, fuck em they ain't ever actin real

Written by:
Seth Finance

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