514

I ain't talkin' Yves Saint Laurent

But I'm been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka

Overworked, overlooked, hella red

Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloodsuckas

Leeches

I'm 6'5" quit reachin'

Nigga's only goal is the gold, tell them Creflo Dollar motherfuckas quit preachin'

I've been in the 514, my French gettin' too clean

Customs is routine, eatin' hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more

Nigga, I've been going through it as of late

Lot of people talk what they think that they would have did

Like the CTA I keep my patience

I ain't in it for the JP Morgan chase, I'm a nice guy

Nigga do this look like last place, I'm on Priceline

Searchin' for a flight to Montreal

Me and Jerry on Saint Laurent

I just want a little freedom; don't we all? Don't we all

Just, get a little tired of the bullshit they feed us?

Serve and protect, like protect your pockets and servin' subpoenas

Whole shit a circus and they ain't even serving us peanuts

I learned this, back when they was serving us free lunch

System 'bout as foul as a free throw

Tell me what the fuck a nigga know about a free thought

If everything that he thought stem from a remote

This is so that he know

I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent

But I've been on Saint Laurent like a mothafucka

I've been in the 514, my French getting too clean

Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more

I've been in the 514, my French getting too clean

Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more

I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent

But I've been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka

On Saint Laurent like a motherfucka

I've been in the 514

Peep the passion, the thought he put in is hardly comparable

Speaking in parables, these days I find myself feeling like Charles Barkley

Man, all you niggas is terrible

So I just tell 'em, South side in this mothafucka, got the presence of a housefly

Everybody know I'm in this mothafucka, you can hear it when you listen

And I do it for the fam Peter Griffin, we got no Meg

Ride good, nigga no pegs

Free Nation rebels, you need more lead, homie get your weight up

You know who I pray to when I wake up, no weapon formed

You don't get spared cause you less informed

I'm on my square cause we in a box, burners be like cinder blocks

Box sampled finna chop, door push it in the cold

You could feel it when a nigga spoke

Cause a nigga broke freeing all the feelings of the fickle folk

Fuck with me, pour a little passion and put it in your hope

Grow a little jasmine and put it in your smoke

Blow a little ash, it'll take a bigger toke

Bumping Little Dragon, I take a drag thinking damn

Hope you see the Simba crashing and a nigga note

Hope you see the symbols, hope you Stacy Dash

Hope you think quick fast when the trigger stroke

Hope you think quick fast, catch my ass in the 514

My French getting too clean

Customs is routine, eating hella poutine, I think I'ma buy one more

I mean I ain't talking Yves Saint Laurent

But I've been on Saint Laurent like a motherfucka

Overworked, overlooked, hella rare

Tell 'em that I'm Type O for the bloodsuckas

Leeches, I'm 6'5" quit reachin'

Nigga's only goals is the goal

Tell 'em Creflo Dollar, mothafuckas quit preachin'

I've been in the 514 (my French getting too clean)

Shoutout to the 514

Shoutout to the 514 (6'5" quit reachin')