Bleach

YSL got it for cheap Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach 7 AM on the beach Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach I put a 6 on my beak Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks I haven't slept in a week I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique I gave my jeweler Margiela, he gave me a skeleton I had to bust down the bones Got dirty looks at the movies, the money was calling I forgot to silence my phone Got an invite to a show out in Paris A nigga just downloaded Rosetta Stone All I wrote down on my rider croissants If they can't provide em I'll leave it alone Meeting with Sony, I post on the 'Gram And now whole lotta rappers are digging my grammar Charging em $200 a stanza They pay out of pocket like Vick in Atlanta Money been jumping it's too much to handle I call my accountant we working in tandem Used to get Metcalf for summer Last week I made double that, school cannot hold a candle I'm up in Momotaro with lil shorty I keep the Virgil on me like a 40 Couple of Cubans on me, they imported They got my neck froze, rigor mortis I hit the breaststroke in the Benz Swimming through South Beach with the fins I just been going crazy with the pen Cuz I don't get shit off of spins YSL got it for cheap Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach 7 AM on the beach Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach I put a 6 on my beak Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks I haven't slept in a week I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique Shorty she down for whatever I keep my flow under the weather I'm coal when they come with the pressure Put diamonds all over the bezel I can't even count em, too many to measure Steering wheel light as a feather It's matching the shade of interior leather Feeling more patient than ever, taking my time Enjoying the ride, I'll get there whenever I'm in the booth when niggas are sleeping Nike Tech hoodie I'm reaping Hellcat usually sound like a demon Gave it the Forgis, now that bih creeping I got 10 toes on the cement I got 10 fingers on throat, the game in a choke They hotbox the lab, they burning an oak They took me to space, I don't even smoke I hop in the Uber, I smell like a roach Praying this shit will come out of my clothes Normally I wouldn't really be tweaking But I spent a rack and a half on the coat The berry is bur, I rarely defer Call Harry for fur, no pun intended I pick up a pendant, the VVs are looking like ice in a blender The quality splendid YSL got it for cheap Now all these niggas think I hit a stain like bleach 7 AM on the beach Studying flows, the ocean got hella to teach I put a 6 on my beak Old lady fingers get numb from pinching my cheeks I haven't slept in a week I just been covered in blues, I feel like Mystique