Santastyle (Pt. 1)

[Verse] Look, bodyguard out in the States And a big canine, so I can't get touched You ain't never had food in the crib But you still gotta share, so you can't get much Look, bare times when I didn't have lunch Fuck, the Indomie pot came clutch Stayed down when the times got rough I'm up, won't stop 'til the job get done These brands keep sending me garments You don't know about the days in the darkness Boil the kettle and pour it in Ramen Liable, only thing that stopped me from starving Pussy, don't let your brand get tarnished I put your career on a harness Under eighteen, I'm the hardest Charge everything to the game, I'm heartless My man try ask about net worth, little did he know that the money got tripled The pocket too heavy, so I walk all crippled They're talkin' on my name but they better come little Money that I make turn a badman civil The money that I make can make a broke boy sizzle Your best rapper can't crack this riddle Brand new kicks got creased in the middle I got something to say, I been holding my tongue a lot Keyboard warriors thinkin' they done a lot Calling these niggas to all my events Erectile dysfunction, they don't even come a lot Talking and talking, them people just cap a lot I been a GOAT since the TV was analog Scrolling and scrolling all over my page Too many fuckboy preeing my catalog I call a girl and tell her bring us a tag along Energy wicked, I call it the Babylon Business on business is what I been standing on Don't even breathe, you would think that I ran a lot I can never beef with a fan, beef with a bad B, beef with a man Fuck beef, man, I'm tryna see P's in the bank Yes please, man I do it with ease on a track I'm tryna dumbing it down Scars on my heart, no numbing it now, uh Burna be runnin' up miles Close my mouth, why I barely won't smile? Can't lie, these hoes, I ain't saving them Can't even talk to, better yet, lay with them Learn my place with the guys and I stay with them Barbie hard like come into your cranium Two man step, bro took both, like bro, you're shelly still Me and my boys make many bills Scanning my card at many tills My caliber, ex-caliber Big fans, better than you're next manager Rah, spreading out the money up my arm, huh Running this game, stamina, bitch (Huh) [Outro] (Yeah, Banx & Ranx)