ivy LEAGUE Lyrics

Bitch I'm back trappin slappin black jack

Shorty fuckin wit the pack cop a stack all black heart attack

Muddy water fuckin someone's daughter oughta be a killa

Gold skrilla j dilla chocolate for this vanilla

Dealin' coke bitches broke never on the front this ain't a joke

Ashin on them bitches wit them death wishes

Oughta choke a mother fucka tryna hit me with some fuck shit

Closer to that throat slit

Spark a philly been lit (yeah hoe)

I just wanna find myself some peace of mind

Lately it been hard to find

All this money on the line all the time

50 sack flip it get that quarter back YXTI boy and grim be on the track

Draped in all black gold slack

Middle of the summer got a motha fuckin hoodie on

Shorty sip a forty Lordy Lordy mr woodie goin

Final round throw it down

Out of town caught a fuckin flight to the bay

My skin is grey we not ordinary

Yeah I just wanna see my money long

Spend the cash put it in a song tell me if I'm wrong

We play for keeps among these darkened streets

The hardest part is when these things repeat

All this suffering and I can't find no peace

Am I in a dream or am I in a scene

Got that good weed so I can sleep

Wrap it up not a single seed

I can't be deceived no they won't succeed

I swear for real I'm in a different league

Product of the gritty street