Goyard / Gatling Lyrics

5 foot 11 on the money I'm like 10 feet

Ben Baller on the chain and the ice can make my neck freeze

Why would I learn to swim with the sharks I could jet ski

Found a church girl on demon time so she could bless me

Head at the Fontainebleau, sex, then I'm out at two

I'ma need an accountant for the man that I amounted to

Shopping back from Soho, sauna back in Sojo

Everybody opps, that's why they asking for photos

The iCloud always full when your life is a movie

The boy the man, pop a perc, then the Highharmony the Cooley

You waste your time tryna to wait for your time

You look like steaks on the plate, boy the stakes gettin high

Collaboration with Maison on the fit and the kicks is from Kith

If you tell me "the realest", then the realist do not exist

I laugh at these simpletons who think they the shit

It's a trip, I put a grip, if they shoot, then they miss

What do you know about the world that I'm from

Cortland was the jects, yeah I was raised in the slums

Lambert was the place where my face gettin love

Know I came from nothing when that hate fill your lungs

I could spend your salary to employ a shooter

I'll be at the gallery with Goyards and Rugers

I save my calories for seared salmon and tuna

You could change your life too, you just gotta do something

But most of you motherfuckers just wanna talk

I could draw from my memories, they would outline you a chalk

Defeated you mentally before you would give it thought

The scene from the director is a horror story, Lord

Remember switching caine with Ajax to save stacks

The cut was too much, junkies telling you they taste that

If you live how I live, you would lay flat

Suffered empty stomach way before I got my payback

But now my sweaters merino, it's wool for the goat

Chromeheart frames, but my heart still made of gold

I've been dreaming big since I was little and broke

And now my imagination's why I'm selling you quotes

Who would've pictured me as the pick of the litter

So many rats on my back, no wonder why we had splintered

First down jacket when I was young, I would shiver

But now I let shit I can't pronounce keep me warm in the winter

And if you understood who I be

You'd understand why it's more than being B.I.G. or P.A.C

Or any rapper that oppose me

It's Kevin King, baby, that's the N.Y.C.'s

Biggest hope, throw it all on my back

I don't think about it, I just run, attack

Every single goal that I ever had

And now the world's in the palm of my hands, I'm the man