Blue Strip Etiquette ft. Chavis Chandler & prod.myles Lyrics

Let me breathe

We toast glasses of champagne, ain't no feelin' realer

Me and Money Makin' Myles like Biggie and Dilla

Top floor, something fancy, flashin' lots of scrilla

Cuban cigars and bracelets filling up your villas, nigga

Where's my manners, mama taught me better

I'm pissy drunk off Cristal, like Dame at Roc-a-fella

You niggas gonna make me speed dial my bank teller and tell her

I need fifty-thousand in twenties for a video shoot just to look better

Your flashy raps about whips you rented, maxing cards, destroying your limits

That fake it till' you make it shit lame

Charge it to the game, rappin' bout it and livin' it dawg, it's really not the same

Dinner at Eddie V's, bill's a cool eight hundred

Tipped the waiter one hundred, fuck it, here's another fifty

Penthouses at Shinola, renting plane hangars

Investing in your craft can keep you out of danger

Paying people what they're worth, make better relationships

It takes potatoes to make chips, make it make sense, believe that

Begging folks for comments leads to fake ass feedback

Sucks it takes a pair of Buffs to help you see that

Trial and error leads to G.O.A.T. status

It's widebody scat, but it was silver Stratus with two twelves in the back of it, uh

Don't forget where you started

Stay humble but confident. Keep in mind, you only fail when you don't try the shit

You work hard for it, buy the shit

If you got faith, you know that God will bless you more with it

Gold investment pieces, man it's all about the grams

Paid cash, fuck taxes, but no evading Uncle Sam

Chop... Shit we window shop for we made tangible and got it

Trying to profit, I'm on my Elijah Muhammad

Loaded Uzi's pushed me to the edge when all my friends was dyin'

Money on my mind, shit feel like a ghetto bitch bonnet

Imma get, every dollar, intelligent hood scholar

Chavy and Jones back, bitch who want problems

Subtracted negativity out, plus as I'm grinding

You can run this shit the fuck up multiplied by how you times it

Celestial body, I had it before the profit

Dog really a G.O.D. that's a double entendre

Full-blooded Pit off the leash on gunpowder

From a city full of Batmans, no mothers and fathers

Hero or villain my nigga what's your prerogative

I'm Salvador Dali, so hot I done melt the clock up

Niggas wasn't with us in the trenches, they just popped up

Always invitin' me to one of y'all weak ass pop-ups

Still humble enough to slide up, I'm a slug

Cause he was tryna pump my gas, but I was just gettin' blunts

Run the respect, and keep the fuckin' clout for such and such

Gravity proved that I wasn't fly as I thought I was

Cause, I can't get rich sittin' in a box

But if I think outside the World itself then imma make it out

A circle seems to sling to a line when you the one

They thought it was over, but they know the best has yet to come... Chop