$tars

Stars on my feet spent a thou' on these kicks

No bricks allowed, we don't really fuck with keys

Blues all we see, we must have deficiencies

Sunny outside but the fit wet as a bitch

Micah throwin' 'bows he don't really fuck with guns

Me on the other hand I love switches and poles

Love when a bitch lie, she gon' love when I cheat

It's shitty outside it's time to crack some BINs

Not off-beat if I'm on tempo, the booth be my crib, the only place I feel at home

Bape, put it on and Stas on the feet, pocket full of shit and pocket full of bands

Smell the 'roma in the stu' I'm turnin' frenzy

Fruit Ninja how I'm slayin' beats it feels amazing