i say im 5'11 but i'm 6'1 Lyrics

So why you keep trippin need straps on your creps

Or keep sittin on your hands and try your best

Everyone is working out their own mess

Some not strong enough to get it out of their own chest

Cough it up like phlegm or from a pack a day

Or wake and bake 10pm third J

Punchin cones like I'm Cassius Clay

Time goes too slow but it's supposed to run away

I don't even know what to say

I love my boys but I ain't fuckin gay

I say I'm five eleven but I'm six one one

Can't hit the dash cause I can't run run

Undersell yourself the deliver gonna be on point

I give a homeless man silver coins

But I'm working towards a gold coin

Working towards Wagyu beef but right now I'm on tenderloins

Look like you ran a mile in them crusty Air Forces

I'm not rich but I can't see you runnin in those

I'll take your JD and get you TNS and some new clothes

And so you can blast Cench I'mma buy you a new Bose

Bose Bose Bose

I say I'm five eleven but I'm six one one

Can't hit the dash cause I can't run run

Undersell yourself the deliver gonna be on point

I give a homeless man silver coins

But I'm working towards a gold coin

Working towards Wagyu beef but right now I'm on tenderloins

Look like you ran a mile in them crusty Air Forces

I'm outta lyrics I'm freestylin

You cop houses I cop islands

Can't stop smiling got the racks and they keep piling

Got too many racks in my mansion I need an expansion

Bank accounts expanding and it keeps expanding

Deposits I got money to hand in

And she's on her knees but I'm still standing

High as fuck but I don't plan on landing

This girl I met and her eyes were enchanting

Told her I don't fuck with thots but thanks for understanding