2WENTYSIDESFINEST (INTERLUDE) Lyrics

I put Twenty forty on my t-shirt

Now a nigga branded

I seen the bigger picture

That's why I'm living candid

Waiting on a play all week

N it just landed

Three different bands rubber banded

That's a chicken sandwich

I been moving tact

These niggas slipping like some Birkenstocks

My nigga keep a boatload

Like he work at docks

He don't punch a clock

Nah but he work a Glock

Ya loyalty ever come in question

That's gone hurt your stock

Her pussy top notch

I call it perfect box

Love to watch that ass twerk n drop

Especially when a nigga faded

Off the purple n pot

In da trap

Afraid of the raid

I think I heard a knock

He did some fuck shit one time

N ain't seen A since

Fuck niggas can never chill

That's why they stay tense

Light grey Benz

Dark grey tints

Ima be millionaire

If I rap a lot

J prince

I done starved before

I need the full course

Plus the trimmings

Elevate then separate

The end of the beginning

Losing had me lost

Only focused on the winning

I got on palm angels

But I'm sinning

Feeling Un fuck wit able

Keep Ya distance

I'm pushing P

Pain passion n persistence

Got ta want this shit bad

Speak it to existence

Lotta paper on the line

I can't afford to miss this

Call me what u want

But you can't get my phone numbers

Crazy Cuz I went from foams

To foam runners

Soon as I get a shot

I'll be on no jumper

You ain't trap nigga

Homey you is a stow runner

Streets is getting hot

But it's gonna b a cold summer

Blow pumper

Got snow for the nose runners

Doing bad

They all mad

Cuz they hoes luv us

Hitting field goals

She wanna kick it

But I'm no punter

Might be a young thug

But u is no gunna

Bitch I'm so gutta

Do it like no other

Every bar clear nigga no stutter

Lanvin to match the tan Timbs

Lookin' so Butta

Smoking on some za

But I still miss the Piff

Ya boy been outside

You niggas get the drift

Take a full body pic

So they can get the drip

Shirt shorts socks

Plus the kicks from kith

Smoking heavy it ain't Reggie

Keep a clip filled tray

See I'm getting chicken

That's y his chick-fil-a

Now he wondering

If his bitch will stay

Once the towers get the game

That's where it will stay

Yea I'm back to the shit

That I used to be on

You couldn't walk two steps

In the shoes I put on

You ain't moving how I'm moving

Then I'm moving along

They said I couldn't do it

But I'm proving dem wrong

Yea I'm back to the shit

That I used to be on

You couldn't walk two steps

In the shoes I put on

You ain't moving how I'm moving

Then I'm moving along

They said I couldn't do it

But I'm proving dem wrong