5 Carats for T’yanna

Lyrics

Put ya money where ya mouth is Kylie Jenner Slightly better Than many of the veterans in the letterman sweater Reminiscent of Anthony Cruz (@quietazmoney) Minus the lisp Leave you niggas hella confused Minus ya b*tch Said she wanna roll with the winners Like Maverick (@mavcarter) Shes a goner Hop in the sprinter like magic Made her smile like young roland outta duval [@livduval For a while I moved more box than uhaul I rap for niggas with a mortgage Just real life ain't wit all that hypebeast performance For fathers of daughters that got recitals Embellish with the fellas cigar night revival Gimme a v cut Macallan 12 neat Yamakazi papi Ain't fuckin wit the peat The only squares that i know fold in my pocket Sippin manachevitz at home shalom shabbat See me out i be alone nizzo thizzots Ain't no kitten worth what ive written I dont mean rap i spell my life sentence [sex isnt worth ruining what ive intentionally "spelled" into my life. Spells are powerful] The presence in all my kids lives at present Impressive All dat bottle poppin for peasants [coparenting and blended family life is hardwork and an example to notice] All ego Broke shit Nigga rich U got a hublot No insurance or benefits Damn i see where your priority lie Tryna live yo best life the majority die This is just info To kin folk From big bro Wit sick flow Slid from NY To Atlanta for the re-intro I came here with no agenda Besides they were tired of conspiring New York pretenders Im more Bankhead then Buckhead On Abernathy u can catch me in the West End Eatin Slutty Vegan you might even see me skippin the line Or at The Gathering Spot Rolodexin the vibe Got a new wife, new sun, new daughter, My first born just moved in I praise the Lord up This ain't no pretend you been following Chris Been with the blend like Mashonda and swizz This is grown ass shit Not that VH1 It ain't good for the psyche I got love ms young (Mona Scott Young) I realize this might come off as pretentious Fam And way too many bars for your attention span Not D Hitchcocks, sans the nick grant, I mean the little boys who find joy sagging their pants Young man ya whole booty out, how you tough? Oh shit the beats over gave u niggas enough