LEGACY Lyrics

Damn baby what you say?

Rose pedals know your means, walk through your dreams

Gallery Department, splash the paint through your jeans

Pull up the border smoke blunt, eat some wings

Young nigga getting money talking bigger streams

Gotta watch the frenemies low key enemies

Gotta watch em

Blocking out the noise and follow through your destiny

Destiny

Bad bitch, fat ass I like em ebony

Niggas talking round the way, we talking legacy's

Give ah fuck who you know, it's bout who you are

Gotta pay for every line and every bar

Different levels, different visions talking born stars

I'll buy my momma crib before foreign car

Social distance but I still fucked her with a mask on it

Nigga's bringing hot shit so I had to dip on it

How the fuck you on the side, tryna weigh on it?

Huh

Lit as fuck, ruth chris with the tab on it

Shawdy do it big, throw yo ass on it

Shawdy do it big, throw yo ass on it

Fuck me so good throw cash on it

I fuck her so good, Skrrt crash on it

My dawg full of clips like he Big Pun

Grinding for the money man fuck fun

Indecisive flow for the short run

That is not drip that's pac sun

They see me that I'm different, Im that one

By the way it looks its I'm about to marry this rap game

Recreate the wave with stepson's

5 years later with grand son's

Home Run

Handgun

Bank Run

Shotgun

In the booth spitting like a nigga really popped em

We was steady living vacant houses we ain't have nun

Curse to see life for what it is, I'm really that numb

One wish

Two fish

Three things I got this

Still living young, we worldwide like a atlas

You lack to pave the wave, so it's sounding like a trackless

Smoking zoo lala shit stank like some cat piss

You the type to want some clout, tryna make a song diss

Oh naw slim we ain't finna do that

(Hmm)

(For real)

This that new jordan ones like what are those?

Before the rap came, young niggas boosting clothes

The other day I had phone call for show

Keep it on swivel standing on yo fucking toes

Who would've thought MalNoCrawford balling with Pro's?

For real

How the fuck you bout a dollar you ain't blow it?

Niggas out here jocking swag? They don't even own it

I be in my own lane, traffic don't condone it

I like the way it's working, matter fact you dodging with a purpose

No time for back and forth it ain't worth it

(Yea) (Yea)

All these late bloomers think they hot, they ain't as hot as me

Why you in streets can't even have the lawyer fees

Don't for a second feel like you fit these shoes, man stop it please

Stacking up this money like we playing Lego's (Whoah)

Slim it's really okay If you ain't from the ghetto, and that's a say so