Imperative

All this damn green, I think my pockets vegetarian

Catch me on the road, doing numbers like a mariner

Gotta make a mil before thirty, it's imperative

My bitch foreign with a bag, I think i'm scared of her

Take it off the rack, fuck the tag, I'm affording that

Didn't eighties tell you lil niggas it was more than rap

You can tie my hands behind my back, I was born to snap

I can't really to yo music, you was born to cap

Black amiri's on, and my shirt came from vlone

White buffs strong, these not the wires, these the buffaloes

Yo bitch a runner, how the fuck these niggas cuffing those

All white forces, you would see never a scuff in those