Hidden Hills (Interlude) Lyrics

I clock the game, all this label talk is different

They give you money or the clout, never both You see this lifestyle great, but the business

cut throat I'm a rapper with a message so my verse is

no joke It's a three car convoy to the jet, from the

jet to the beach club I'm chilling poolside with a sweet one

Then it's back to the room, you see my spot is like a suite one

Got the place all wet, like I'm swimming in a deep one

The whips come mental, wrist wear costs 40 bags presidential

Yeah we having fun, I paint a picture with a pencil

If the words don't match, there's no lack Diddy on tour, you gotta put rose on the map

Red notes, black mask, in the bag I got cash

Ask Akz, spent a quarter on the scene to give back

Went highlight route, just to highlight the back

Went Vegas for the culture, won some bread and went back

250 on it, wifey said I'm too nice Bro we saying I'm a profit, funny how it

turned to profit See my crepes your house deposit

See there's money in the bank, but in truth I've got losses

My brother almost tried to off it, see the mental thing

Can breed depression within, I paid notes and done loads

But he suffered within, one of the things I've seen loads

Through this life that I live, forget sin Say a prayer, God's plan till you win

I'm in Miami with a baddie, tryna pattern my dick

It's Kiki on the river, so I order a shrimp

Too burst to write words, can't remember a thing

Cartier shades all lost, another K in the bin

Fuck Sake man, I'm living but I'm losing within

Fuck Sake man, I'm living but I'm losing within