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Indifferent (Prod. Martin Sky)
by CJ Stowklyn
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Even though I struggle a little bit
In this lifetime know this my time
So I make moves secure bags
This that onsight grind
So I keep going way up
Tell I'm star struck
In the building tell I level up
Why the hell am even here
To spaz on this beat
Or to blow on a Rollie ring
I'm just doing my thing
Just threw up on my wrist
Even tho my wrist gliss trickling
Like some water in this mist
Back to this real shit though
I used to trap for my nigga dome
Just so he could turn on his dam stove
Help a Brotha out
If them times is moving slow
So I keep it real
In my Margiela's on the low
If you a phony
Can't hit the backwood got to go
You already know
You already know
Hoe
What a feel
To buy your first property
Sipping don and I'm popping beans
Reminiscing bout my finner things
And I'm only being honest gee
So don't even put up a front
When u talk to me
Looking like a walking lottery
Woodgrain getting dome
That's mahogany
I'm at the point where I can make a move or stay the same
Stay away from them fucking lames
It's still all black all summer
Staying stray
Mogul moves don't got no time to play
Cause I ain't playing with these nigga's
Never switched on my niggas
Even though they did on a nigga
And now I'm shittin on these niggas
Triple 6 figures and I ain't even playin witcha
Check the goyard carry on bands when I enter
Nigga stacking several figures
So try and look the other way
Cause that grey
Will get put to your face
Time and time again even though
I struggle all the way to the end
I'll still be shittin on niggas sippin gin
Even though I struggle a little bit
In this lifetime know this my time
So I make moves secure bags
This that onsight grind
So I keep going way up
Tell I'm star struck
In the building tell I level up
Why the hell am even here
To spaz on this beat
Or to blow on a Rollie ring
I'm just doing my thing
Just threw up on my wrist
Even tho my wrist gliss trickling
Like some water in this mist
Back to this real shit though
I used to trap for my nigga dome
Just so he could turn on his dam stove
Help a Brotha out
If them times is moving slow
So I keep it real
In my Margiela's on the low
If you a phony
Can't hit the backwood got to go
You already know
You already know
Hoe
What a feel
To buy your first property
Sipping don and I'm popping beans
Reminiscing bout my finner things
And I'm only being honest gee
So don't even put up a front
When u talk to me
Looking like a walking lottery
Woodgrain getting dome
That's mahogany
I'm at the point where I can make a move or stay the same
Stay away from them fucking lames
It's still all black all summer
Staying stray
Mogul moves don't got no time to play
Cause I ain't playing with these nigga's
Never switched on my niggas
Even though they did on a nigga
And now I'm shittin on these niggas
Triple 6 figures and I ain't even playin witcha
Check the goyard carry on bands when I enter
Nigga stacking several figures
So try and look the other way
Cause that grey
Will get put to your face
Time and time again even though
I struggle all the way to the end
I'll still be shittin on niggas sippin gin
