Prada Process

I'll let go, call it slow I'll be home, oh, I don't know where I'll go 'Cause even though, I'm all alone It's much better, compared to where I'm from (yeah) You think I like having to do this to you niggas? You think I like pullin' up and hurtin' feelings? You think I like crushin' egos? On niggas trynna reload, because I know they not shootin' niggas Look at what I had to do wit' us How you fail Bandcamp? You could have blew with us Elevated since way down and move 'em up You doin' right but we don't care, we call that doin' Russ Take the "N" out of munch 'cause you not eating much I got my bread in the crunch like I'm eatin' dutch Yeah, the waves started micro, we heatin' up I left my Left Eye open, niggas creepin' up I got chilly, I was rappin' in bars in Atlanta Pulled up in a Uber, J Cole he took the Phantom Goin' Ghost on a buster, my Goyard is mustard The Cartier crow, rich creek, I'm eatin' custard Flew a bitch from Buffalo, my Cartier is buffalo My wing sauce is buffalo, I'm way too hot I work the dough like at Domino's They spotted him like dominos And knocked him down like dominos, his ass got popped On my mama, I been doin' different On my mama, I been tryin' my fuckin' best not to be out here trippin' Come from immigrants, I'm livin' different We was foolin' with them cards, we shoulda been magicians, ha What don't I get about saving money? I know I made money, so why the fuck is it I can't stack up? My little brother like to toast, something like a Lil' Boat When he hit you with that Yachty, bet you niggas act up Like, period, City Boys Gotta buss, makin' noise The little shit is all progress Just gotta trust the Prada process Well, I'm finally here to talk some shit Well, I finally get to say some words The way I speak so direct on these songs It's like I didn't even make a verse I get paid for my play on words In Indonesia, walkin' and connecting with the people I done spent a lotta money and we still not equal I flex by givin' back, 'cause that other shit I could do But wouldn't sleep well, real nigga, so true But, don't excuse me from the vices I take care of business first, and then I'm swiping I'm in the club looking so undelighted You in my section looking so uninvited You sendin' bottles but you talk shit in private I see the future, baby, I'm just being honest For every time I thought I was ready, I had to find out that God was on the sideline, yelling, "time out", yeah Now my Rolex gold, with diamonds around the rim Lookin' for some more shit to put some diamonds in Might put 'em all on a Koolaid picture Just to let 'em know where I came from, nigga I remember when we was burnin' steaks on the stove Now it's medium steaks on a lake in a boat The bank called, said you're making progress (yeah, yeah) You just gotta trust the Prada process (yeah, yeah) Are we good James Delguapo? (I'll let go, call it slow) (I'll be home, oh, I don't know where I'll go) ('Cause even though, I'm all alone) (It's much better, compared to where I'm)