Dior Cologne Lyrics

Spitting harder than a reverend at the Altar

She say this Christian Dior

Got me smelling like the rock of Gibraltar

The Price of fame will cost ya way too much

That's why I focus on money

If I was raps child then I'd be fostered

They treated me like a red headed step child

When I was broke but got a lil bread now

Old folks told me boy keep ya head down

But I couldn't cause it sounded to docile

From a place where ain't nobody owning shit

Now I'm into ownership like a Rothschild

The only shit that don't make me wanna quit

Is hip hop music and making my pops proud

Ain't even telling niggas when I'm gonna drop now

Cause they won't listen unless somebody famous showing you recognition

The food is a weapon so we can't respect the system

More niggas die from eating beef than the tech or the smith and

I said more niggas die from eating beef than the tech or the smith and

Spitting harder than a reverend at the Altar

She say this Christian Dior

Got me smelling like the rock of Gibraltar

The Price of fame will cost ya way too much

That's why I focus on money

If I was raps child then I'd be fostered

Fifty fifty I can't expect submission

But if she give me all her earnings that means she really respect my pimping

Listen to my intuition and make the best decisions

Ignoring my gut often led to collision

Know some niggas from the trenches that's pro white but never committed lynchings

The jury did it cops confiscated the chain and pendant

But I remain relentless cause I was inches from the end zone

But never touched down in the entertainment business

Haters see me they flinching I love to bust so it's hard to practice semen retention

My rhymes pressure like hypertension it's quite convincing

Type of shit that makes you at me in your mention

Spitting harder than a reverend at the Altar

She say this Christian Dior

Got me smelling like the rock of Gibraltar

The Price of fame will cost ya way too much

That's why I focus on money

If I was raps child then I'd be fostered

Spitting harder than a reverend at the Altar

She say this Christian Dior

Got me smelling like the rock of Gibraltar

The Price of fame will cost ya way too much

That's why I focus on money

If I was raps child then I'd be fostered