Candor ft. J Mont Lyrics

Aye

Giorgio, (Yeah)

Armani Code

Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose

Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Aye)

I don't need no help, (Nah)

Done this by myself

I'm doing it on my own, I get the racks by myself

Man, it's Gucci, Dior, Vlone, I spent the stacks on my belt

All these dimes just chillin', they in love with my wealth

Now they callin' my cell, my soul won't sell

I'm rappin' verses and they outta chorus

They love my shit, but they mad at yours

I'll tell the truth, rhymes bulletproof

Frank Coupe with the matadors

I'm dodgin' bull like a matador

Comin' right through like a passin' storm

Gotta show y'all what I have in store

Grab the Porsche, gas the whores, crash the course

Aye

I promise I'm makin' no deals, I'm already happy like meals

My wheels are spinnin', I'm already winnin', I'm ready to turn it up

Pass me the reefer, I'll burn it up

Stackin' that green, didn't earn enough

Talkin' that shit, yeah, I heard enough

You talkin' that shit, but I'm

Superman, not savin' hoes

I'm drip-drip like a nasal nose

Better days, I pray for those

Get steamrolled, I'm pavin' roads

Pull up gold, Rolls Royce, no noise goes

Wrist swole, I'm froze, ice cold, need my

Aye

Giorgio, (Aye, aye)

Armani Code, (Whoo!)

Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose

Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)

I don't need no help, (Nah)

Done this by myself

Aye

Yeah, love me, won't these critics love me?

All that shit I hear and still I'm makin' money

Dancin' on 'em, funny how they think I'm bluffin'

Take 'em back to twenty ten and hit the dougie

Aye, aye

What y'all talking 'bout? (Aye)

When I said I'm makin' numbers, I mean all amounts

(All amounts), Yeah

Aye

I ain't stoppin' now, (Whoo!)

Disregarding all these rappers like they not around

Yeah, my life a Truman, Man on the Moon, this shit is confusin'

Really I'm not tryna get all into it

Hard to adjust with so many movements

I gotta dust away all the loose ends

It is a must, I give 'em the deuces

I'm in a rush, I'm here to pursue shit

When is enough, so many excuses, I'ma lose it

Yeah

Audios to you losers, (Bye)

Makin' waves like producers, (Aye)

Countin' layers to the music, (Whoo!)

I feel like I'm Bishop in Juice

I'm leadin' a crew and nobody can do this, (Nah)

No beggars can ever be choosers, (Yeah)

I know this shit gotta be new, like wow, (Aye)

He really be coppin' a style, (Oh)

He switchin' right up in the game

I'm glad, it's better he did this shit now, (Aye)

I told you he coming around, (Yeah)

Don't think that I'm buggin' it down, (Nah)

I'm still the illest underground

My numbers are here if you wanted a count, (Huh)

I told ya I ain't fuckin' around, (Facts)

Y'all need to start takin' me serious, (Aye)

When I said I'ma make it

Don't question me ever again, I'ma make this shit, period, (Nah)

The doubt, I know that I'm hearin' it, (Yup)

They wondering how I be here again, (Why?)

Been rapping for more than a decade

I still find a way to come up with material

Yeah

Aye

Giorgio, (Aye, aye)

Armani Code, (Whoo!)

Rep that shit like that's the only brand I chose

Four amounts, I can make the bag alone, (Oh)

I don't need no help, (Nah)

Done this by myself, (Whoo!)