Lyrics Vanity Fair - B.Well

Feel like Diddy but my bars way better
You ain't kin ain't no point in no personal chatter
Help my brothers up the ladder, so we all can eat
So toast to every king enjoying they feast
It's the antagonist, I'm Colin kaepernick
That fa sho winner Chopping it up with analyst
And my nikes fitting better than ever
My bloods already shed and I'm indebted forever, this just my letter
To the game, Bruce buffer shouting my name
Look how them hoes stay stimulated by my campaign
From penny lane to million motivation
Well spoke and don't want no representation
So keep them Pr schemes and those C+ dreams
I see it more than ever and dare you to intervene
With anything that im after
My life a highlight reel and what we, bout the second chapter
Wait until my credits get played
My legacy won't ever decay
And my flaws are offered to you as compensation
So you can hold me accountable to anything that I say
Make a mistake man up, karma don't give a fuck
And if ya cheat death once, just be aware it was probably luck
Vanity fair what's all the gossip about
Blood on the floor at the fair, shittt them boys showed out
God forbid We turn into what We work for
That ridiculous obsession of wanting it more
The reason ya pride sore and I'm upping the price
What's on the line from y'all side cuz I offer my life
What's your reason behind living, I'll keep it discrete
Look in the mirror and what you see, ya soul or defeat
Young marvelous movement, forever the student
You aint in it for the love get the fuck from my unit
Professional grade boy how you go about it
I fake post then I hit you all with that corner routed
Towards 6, it's the pick of the litter
Who would've thought little billy got em all so bitter
Jus grab yo things with the rest of them quitters
All good, no worries I got it my nigga