They say, beauty is in the eye of
You know what's beautiful to me?
Is to be born in a projects department.
Then take a few miles over.
And now you sittin' in a mansion
Overlookin' where you came from
Excuse my country grammar
I ain't goin' to the slammer
my bitches be like hammer
Smile in your face, hit the corner,
Hoes hit the wood like they
Best believe I put my fat ass in that gelato
With my son ridin' shotgun
With the wings up, gold iPhone
Smash the chrome like we King Tut
Fit for the game like Italians
with bitches clippin' my cuticles
Wealth, my definition of beautiful
Success, the affirmation of beautiful
For the best rapper in my city
Truth be told, that's why you ain't
Collaboration prices through the roof
Search for you on iTunes,
You are not poppin' just because
Tom Paris introducing bitches
I have a reevaluating relationship
you ain't heard the remix
Seven, nine, last, third tie in the back
Little momma looking right
Keep getting poor shit all night
Seven, last, third tie in the back
Little momma looking right
Yeah, I'm so motherfuckin' offside
I wish my nigga T. Blake never died
I'm so motherfuckin' offside
I wish my nigga T. Blake never died
you know what that shit do to you
Tellin' me not to put out,
Swag on a million, that shit is the usual
Set up for less is what I refuse to do
and I am damn sure not you
like a collection of who's who
Who's that bitch and who's that hoe?
Yeah, I bet that you would like to know
But for now just enjoy this beautiful flow
Yeah, I bet that you would love to know
But for now just enjoy this beautiful flow
Seven, nine, lack, third tie in the back
Red rag, top the match, man,
Keep gettin' bullshit all night,
Seven, lack, third tie in the back
man, that bitch beautiful
Keep gettin' bullshit all night,