CEO Flo - potter payper, Rimzee

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Cold, yo

When they used to act like, said they couldn’t see me before

Had to barricade the bando, send fiends to the door

For a pipe, I had spice-heads cleanin' my floor

Had to hit the road runnin', I’ll sleep in the morn'

I was so broke, now I mix McQueen and Dior

I drummed the whole game, fuck the key to the door

Put my head on my mat and I speak to the Lord

I don’t wanna sell crap, wanna go, wanna tour

I wanna make my nan proud, maybe win an award

When you live, you mature and you get sick of the talk

Six bells in the tray, six bells like

Six in th morn', they can’t act like

Say I nevr licked it before

And I ain’t vouchin' even if we done business before

Bro heard me on the radio and kicked off his door

Now I’m back, just a bit more drip than before

Never put my lips on a whore, that’s distasteful

Never had a gal who’s been faithful

Back then all I ever needed was an 8-ball

I turned it to a brick house, they shoulda been grateful

I said they shoulda been grateful

Yo, uh, I had a quarter kilo in the Clio, then I have my soldier wrap it like

the Migos, uh

They told me I can rap and blow but I need one more re-up like the man in Blow

Italian garments

Akh, I used to shout my neighbour from the garden (Walahi)

Bro, I 'member V whippin' in the crackhouse and nothin' comin' back out

Brother, I was losin' like Pacquiao

Just to make the light beam

Told me had to do deals, Jimmy Iovine

Them man never been there (No)

And Mary’s no D-square, white girl in the bowl like the three bears

I saw my first gat B, around the same time when I heard Gatsby

I’m an E-fifth rider slash grinder

My brother, uh

Straight outta white like I’m Tyga

Bentley jeep, the seats is rouge

Brothers is dyin', just read the news

I think that I’m money, I eat for two

And my lifestyle scary like Beetlejuice

I done falcon, heron and eagle too

Got my day-day on me playin' peekaboo

I’m a real OG and who the fuck are you?

And I ain’t chillin' on the block G, I got stuff to do

Yo, teriyaki steaks and lobster tails

I took five-figure Ls, I was still in jail

Only the real prevail

Buuj from Pakistan, the silver cod from Hakkasan

Sexy women, expensive linen

Shoes Christian, coupe whippin', roof missin'

Two whippers, ah

I need two kitchens

Brudder and my food’s brilliant