What's the cost of being transparent?
Rushing you to get ready inside that hotel.
Ain't trynna miss brekky
You ask me if I got many I say it's tekky.
You know a nigga got plenty but still we're steady.
I hustle too hard don't hustle enough.
Stuck between this rap shit and a regular job
Or copping a brick of chalk and hitting the block. Nd start shotting.
Posted with me villains we get it popping in Gotham.
Are you mad, before I had dreams
Of playing ball out in Milan.
I was like four sky remote up in my hand.
Rapping along to Stan.
Thinking this is what it feels like to be the man.
Check came through take your eyes off my advance
Who are you? Come and get your mans,
Fuck the bar we do pull ups in a tank
Escobar flows I got lines in demand
Clear skies sun shine on my melanin.
Black gold chains swing hear them jingaling
Run me my dividends cheddar ching ching.
Ask where a nigga been said I been free
Top of the Pyrenees still I ain't peaked
Got a show on in 23 still on no sleep.
It's me, myself and I fucking up these brackets.
How you still mad just check out the forecast bitch
Issa good day, Issa good day.
Issa good day it's good.
Ain't no complaints ain't no complaints
Issa good day it's good
Issa good day, Issa good day.
Issa good day it's good.
Ain't no complaints ain't no complaints
Issa good day it's good
What's the cost of being transparent.
I don't wanna be petty.
My soul is light but the ego is heavy.
Feds pull over the Chevy the is whip smelly.
I question why always me like Balotelli?
Devil working hard but ain't working enough.
I'm just a vessel taking orders from the boss up above
They try and knock my hustle but can't do my job.
Lack individual thought.
So now they're stuck stealing meat out the pot.
Enough is enough Im married to my graft.
Shawty want a Cinderella story Hillary Duff.
Walk around like she the cream of the crop.
When I could have both Venus and Regina
Plus Sirena all eating up at the same time.
Get it how you live ain't no judging from plain sight.
We ain't in the same mind
I'm nice with the words cos If rap is a sport,
Mans sat in reserves with my bat and a torch,
Wait
Clear skies sun shine on my melanin.
Black gold chains swing hear them jingaling
Run me my dividends cheddar ching ching.
Ask where a nigga been said I been free
Top of the Pyrenees still I ain't peaked
Got a show on in 23 still on no sleep.
It's me, myself and I fucking up these brackets.
How you still mad just check out the forecast bitch
Issa good day, Issa good day.
Issa good day it's good.
Ain't no complaints ain't no complaints
Issa good day it's good
Issa good day, Issa good day.
Issa good day it's good.
Ain't no complaints ain't no complaints
Issa good day it's good