Fleece (I Don’t Wear Designer)

Lyrics

[Hook] Burnin down the leaf Ain't no reachin higher Jammies made of fleece I don't wear designer Weather so extreme in the Carolinas Uppercut the beat like I'm Adesanya Layin down the seeds for my own empire I'ma need to see a B 'fore I go retire Holla if you hear me like Scott Steiner We gon' find out what you made of when the shots fire [Verse] Yeah You ain't in my league you still in the minors All of thesе elites only into minors I know she a fakе, but I love a liar I'ma stand along with all the greats 'fore it all expire Cut the frauds out, they crossed us, they gone, adios Dylan rollin up a log long as Helwani nose And I'm in the cut blowin that Spyro With the Crow in the cup anywhere that I go Little goth white ho with a broke Iphone Dropped two tabs then her hips went gyro Main bitch, she a Brit like Pyro In the 864 with her blue eyes low Been drunk nearly every day after fifteen J Green with me in the Druff, never pristine City where you'll catch heat for your wrist bling Helios flows in my genes, so I piss steam Scarred like Sabu What you say ain't half true Give my mama racks soon And you still in the bathroom jacking off a wack dude For a little Mac food, maggots in the back too, that's you Tryin to act hard lying like you jacked cars Never played parts, just a lame fart In the bad part of town where the guns and the drugs at Talkin back when they had John Cena hubcaps [Hook] Burnin down the leaf Ain't no reachin higher Jammies made of fleece I don't wear designer Weather so extreme in the Carolinas Uppercut the beat like I'm Adesanya Layin down the seeds for my own empire I'ma need to see a B 'fore I go retire Holla if you hear me like Scott Steiner We gon' find out what you made of when the shots fire [Verse] Fifteen years since I lit the first one Gave no fucks owned being the worst one Only gettin sicker the more that I've grown Feel even more I'm alone Trying to stay in my zone Gunnin for gold They want me off this, suits up in they office Bend for they fuckin bosses, never seen what I've walked in Never been in the closet, nearly was killed for it Eyes privy to violence never said but I still store it I'ma smoke through the damn pain Bandaid with the bands Saturn Gang king Fuck you and your advance Remember who believed in the team from the start Nine Three on all our hands so we leavin a mark I'ma drain my nuts inside of yo bitch gut 'Fore I go reup, don't worry bout my cup I keep pounds like I'm Wings post bypass I'ma live it up, where I'm from we all die fast [Hook] Burnin down the leaf Ain't no reachin higher Jammies made of fleece I don't wear designer Weather so extreme in the Carolinas Uppercut the beat like I'm Adesanya Layin down the seeds for my own empire I'ma need to see a B 'fore I go retire Holla if you hear me like Scott Steiner We gon' find out what you made of when the shots fire [Outro] Clique tight like virgin wives They wanna bitch, but in person no words to find I know pocket size is how worth's defined So I learned to grind, I can't work to five On my Rob Van Dam, burn the vine Of that Toucan Sam, no dirt in mine I must be this high 'fore a girl can ride And I play both sides like German spies, let's go