Fit The Mold Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve
Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe
I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline
I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen
Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode
Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own
Some people did me wrong why my heart been growin' cold
Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold
Step down, Brodie, why you talkin' like you knowin' some?
Only do me favors just so later I might owe you one
Just out Brodie, but I'm poppin' out in Lebanon
I've been everywhere, I hear 'em talk about what Benny on
I've been sittin' cozy, relaxin', chillin'
If I'm packin' up a cone, I only pass so they can kill it
If that price seem low, then it's raisin' my suspicion
Yea the bud two tone, orange or white like my prescription
We the scum, y'all the bums who just call yourself a team
Got the shoes and they bitch, and wonder why they envy me
Just because we never talk don't make you now my enemy
I'm way too busy in my lane to even look who next to me
Go and hit a money spread, that shit never been a flex to me
I ain't ever percin' why these fuckers keep on pressin' me
Put the guns down just so I can beat 'em senselessly
Yeah, go put the guns down, we can all go back home pleasantly
Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve
Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe
I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline
I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen
Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode
Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own
Some people did me wrong while my heart been growin' cold
Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold
Step in somethin' new, shit, I do that on the daily
They been throwin' so much shade, feel I'm facin' off with Brady
With my elegance and grace, every place they always praise me
All the beats that I been buyin' bought my Prod a new Mercedes
Ground is shakin' like a Haiti, but it's only speaker knockz
When I pull up to the show, they like to know what sneak I got
I got the Pumas, Addys, Nikes what I rock
I got the ASICS, NB, closet fully stocked
My show, they gettin' FoMO, yeah, they shoulda coulda, woulda
Yeah, I know what I deserve, a couple thousand just to pull up
Your shawty been with me, don't wonder why you bein' stood up
How you gonna flex to me
Dawg can't even do a push-up
Every day a new hustle, build muscle, smokin' strong
Yeah, the buffs so heavy, need a spot to get 'em on
Yeah, the people love my shit, they wanna spot on my next song
Think I'm Honest Abe, I keep a buck and born the day he gone
Always keep a buck, yeah, I wear it on my sleeve
Brodie talkin' like he gangsta, but it's only make-believe
I like a cute bitch who look good without no Maybelline
I'm on that new shit, type of shit that y'all ain't ever seen
Yeah, Face a whole zip, got me high, I'm in that mode
Bro, your pockets ain't shit, I really did it on my own
Some people did me wrong while my heart been growin' cold
Shit, I'm breakin' out the box, cause I didn't fit the mold