Top Grain Leather (feat. Meyhem Lauren & Flee Lord)

Daringer

Compositor: Daringer

Yeah, uh huh, fuck y 'all niggas man, straight up man, only rap for the real man
Y 'all niggas know what time it is, uh, aka Lauernavici, yo

$7, 000 coach, shout out my nigga Post, might have seen you rocking
Cubans eating treasures from the coast
It's traditional, never fictional, my people glisten to, Cartier
Versace, type of shit you couldn't copy, Coogi on the cardigan
I'm reppin' hard again, pop at your chestplate from out the S8
More arms than arachnids, my niggas crack lids
Young street pistol pack kids, that's really active, uh
Your OG's my lil' man, plus you're just a middle man
Acting like you Scarface, you niggas couldn't get a gram
Fly Nike, shine brightly, just knightly, out nightly, fake niggas can't like me
If wave theft was a crime, y 'all be doing life, I be doing good, whole wrist flooded with ice
From the BX to Belgium, my niggas known for welding, uh
Black iron smiths deadly like a lion fist, cashmere in the keyboard
We playing street ball, never call them foul
My style keep it just street, yo rocking double RL, walking through our hell
Smelling like Izzy Miyake, dip like a piece of Pocky, DT severely looking like Jeremy Shockey
I barely bust moves these days, just let him jock me, fuck it
And you know we still maneuvering graciously at all times, man, going light

Let's take it to another level, me and Mayhem, get to spraying
That's a double shovel, I'm a brick, you a nick, know a quarter pebble
Long metal, all chrome, I just bought several
You broke it in the promise, I be smoking in Bahamas, while you focus on the drama
Went to sleep in my jeans, but I woke up in pajamas, only weed and
My team, ain't no coke niggas around us
Sleep, I made a name in the crack hood, you fucking up the cipher
Like a vine in the backwood, Diesel on the beat, got me flaring up the heat
Give a fuck who double park, I be clearing up the street
My gun like the news, I be airing it all week
Pop a front up in your mouth, couldn't care if that bitch sleep
Questioning the boss, now you swept up in the laws
Put the tech up on the dresser when I walked up in the loft, Lord