The John Locke

I might just make a mill, pockets fat Uncle Phil, don’t wanna sign no deal but
if I got to guess I will
I put the game on my back yaye
Carry weight just like a bomb, 44 like Obama
I might just make a mill, pockets fat Uncle Phil, don’t wanna sign no deal but
if I got to guess I will
I put the game on my back yaye
Carry weight just like a bomb, 44 like Obama
I don’t wanna sign no deal, but if I got to guess I will
How could a nigga be colder than me when I’m cooler then negative four with no
jacket
I might spend 5 on a jacket, might spend 10 on kicks
Red and blue diamonds, shining like the police
I rip my heart out, tryna get where I’m 'post to be
Can’t let my guard down, can’t let em get close to me
I just be workin, I’m in my bag Birkin
They riding my wave, surfing
I gotta get it, the money been callin' my name and I just gotta get to the
digits
I’m feelin like Thugger, I’m feelin like sex
Diamonds be shinin, you know it’s baguettes
I want a 'rarri, and I want 'vette
All about green like I’m on the Jets
I get a bag and imma invest
Thanking my God 'cause I am so blessed
All my brothers bleedin', ice cold demons
(ohhh, ahahhh oh ohhh)
I don’t got no time for sleep until I got some milli’s yaye
(ohh oh ahah, ohh oh oh ahah)
(ohh oh ahah, ohh oh oh ahah)
I might just make a mill, pockets fat Uncle Phil, don’t wanna sign no deal but
if I got to guess I will
I put the game on my back yaye
Carry weight just like a bomb, 44 like Obama
I might just make a mill, pockets fat Uncle Phil, don’t wanna sign no deal but
if I got to guess I will
I put the game on my back yaye
Carry weight just like a bomb, 44 like Obama