Moises Caicedo - This is Why Chelsea Fans Missed Him.

I'm starting to speak now. They see how I'm grinding out there trying to buy it, stop lying and give me my ---- Smoke Cali, I'm flying, I'm lit while I'm driving, they trying, still sticking the whip Masks for the virus, bro, got one for sliding, it's all kind of similar ---- Bro pulling over for pigs, if his phone's in the whip, they were taking the charge They got the pics on the AMPR taking the piss, they did take in the car Black out the way, but he came with the stars Well, I splash it, baby, but it's with Chelsea and that's all raving Hey, blacks, everybody not dreaming nags might run out the car, you ain't aiming Ghosts run back like Canaan come to my room and they all cool, kill them Complication when you want my shaming she should've cut my tail, it's chaining I've been getting bigger and so has the love, but it don't seem real The closer I get to the top, the more lonely that I feel The more that I, the more the aroma's giving me chills I ain't into talking much, but I've got more after the trap I do The time gets live in the night, but I ain't have bread, so I act in chill Hide in my face, can't show no love, get too many photos, **** Line on H, but they don't know much, man, come give a solo, **** Slide to the place in a roller's truck, but the owner knows it's us Now my guy's in a rave full of Colts and hoods, got weed on my roll, so I'm up Look, I ain't been home in weeks, head hot but my heart bone froze, it's teak Did show here the road and ski, made my roses gold as a dozing thief Sometimes when the goal's to leave, then I look to the shelf while the trophy's clean Best talk to the goat with ease, if the man want one, he can pour some heat Worked too hard, man, stepped with my chest out, ain't nothing to stress about Made some members along the way, truth say, met couple of letdowns I set the pace don't get in my way, gang, hop out the Cullinan jetbound Make some cake back to the estate then go buy mommy a next house Staring the labels one day I might get black boots I'm in fashion. We all teed or see me a catwalk Give the cat six night for the night. I don't know about landlords They knew what we did in a band or one day I might get cancelled My shoes tied tight. I can't step out in no sandals Bought a rope chain and Kangol took me out. I'm cool G I feel like Cool J. I live my movie. I might make a movie on my story Team I charge you we got matching jewelry Presidential, Oysters, Rose Gold Dwellers and Day-Date Forties Can't lie most people are fake I'm looking at man like who can I trust Come back I'm shooting blanks when I tell you I'm leaving you in the dust Fans wanna hear gang in the place get gassed when they chat bout shooting it up But I got your favourite rappers shook when I say I got studio bots Tell your bae she can have that purse, Ray Day I tapped it first Catch a pace when I packed that verse, lay it and stab that word Cute face but her facts absurd, no doubt I'm a mash that works Make my dick disappear when I tap it, baby, got magic curves Foot on your neck and my face on teller, reasons to hate too many Got your bae in my bed and a lace front stunner features a facial redder Put beef in the grave, it's eight not fredder, I don't need blade or shitter Got peace to be made but I'm paid already, king of the rave, big sheller Movie, Lamborghini, I like me a two seater Just land in Paris, I'm on IG, tryna find me a groupie Firm that right to the face, don't speak on the net, that's lame, that's better First class flight to LA, had beef on the jet like Wayne and Hedrick I was at Wireless with Trey to clean up the set cause it rained too heavy Stole my left wrist bright in your day my brother can't wave cause it's way too heavy Had a hit on man when I don't even know they existin' They talk too much, they tweet too much, gotta keep my distance Swung wish my G's get freed out the system Linguid freeze, it's leaner, he's drinkin', sippin' Throwin' out C's, not crippin', keep on bitchin' Finna your Mitch on dobro, come and cough your fingers **** what you're thinkin', **** your opinion That mixtape made me a million H2P got my stacks on polo, I don't do snaptrap promo Bentayga's, Rangers, Lambs or Rolo, used to be black top Polo Still famous, Mosslyn Lane in solo, I'm gonna roll with bro bro Trust me I'm good in my hood Only cover my face when I don't want photo I brought the food to the table It's only right that I sat down first Had no room for the racks in my man bag So I just packed out hers They say I keep spitting the same old ---- All you rap about's girls Money, music and sex I don't want much more but that's my world Back to the four hole, block out tonight Seen shots, smoke walk out the plane Someone to beat, some drop pop the white Set man, pull, walk out the plane My girl just phoned, told me she wants sweet boy cause it's tonight Asked about it, my pulse cold don't think sweet boy won't lock out your lights Pushing money, got my block lit cause he pushing, Cali said it's on ---- Spent a million when I left the city still the ends are with me on some mob tip Suck a fendi and I dropped six, had the shot smelly cause I'm hot ---- My bro be showing me these insta baddies, he ain't shown me many that I've not hit If you think I'm one of us, don't trust bitches out of my doors, there's some I can trust If you think I'm one of us, go BTS, you nearly don't know my fangirl, they ran off Yeah. but i don't recommend it there's no longevity central don't forget me money don't make me lose my memory air to auntie do man badly do that gladly i treat every day like a monday morning I treat every month like a January, freeze up my right feet, all are seven in pen, all my guys are ballers bro got beef with his old best mate when he's riding he finds it awkward, no girls that I'll line my nose, no girls that I'll rack up a line and snort it, my girl 23 with her legs in the air and her tongue out, Michael Jordan on the scene since 018, all I've met is bare jokers and OAPs, ask Bando if I've been D-A-O, A-I-T-C-H-G-O-A-T Our kids grafting and throwing Ps had a drought this summer cause snow ain't cheap See rap youths hating but he ain't bro yeah rap's like man, but bro ain't me They think they got one up on us, DTB I don't trust, bitches out of my doors, there's someone I can trust Born in a life got PTSD, nearly done up my finger and they ran up on us I left home when I was 14, YJ was 10 and the man of the house We go from baby straight to men, get some money relive your childhood Shorty finna, I'm childish Tryna pull out my trousers Rip my nut out of my cowl I gotta jump out this ride Open the window Keep it simple Try to hit man off his mark Link up with a ganja farmer Cutting down plants, no agriculture Leave it to God, we don't practice All your planning, cause we gon' catch him Old 19, I was catching homies Verses got rapped and bodied Parties in hotels, packed out lobbies Can't lie, I ran through johnnies Old 17, with the packs in collies Used to skip class in forests If rap don't work, roll weed But the rap ---- works So my stats just flourish They say I went mainstream But back in the day told me I ain't got hits Every day get asked for a favour But don't get shouted when I ain't got ---- That's why I stay ---- on m Your mom, the girl that you pray for Sat on my block list Got a bad ting living off Man boyfriend's on the wing She sat in the cockpit I can't go broke That's a no-no Can't fall off That's awkward My chain cost 60,000 Cool, that's a club performance I don't like bragging I'm a low life But I like high fashion A mirror denim It cost an arm and a leg And the jeans still sagging Broke still chinging Broke still trapping Ying and a yang And I need more balance Baby, I just wanna ****, I'm sorry, I don't wanna meet your parents Like, why does he rap like that? I hope so, I feel like backing it out to show him what time it actually is If I'm lying, I'm dying and I'm still alive, so it's only facts that I spit At least I don't just, at least I don't just chat Like all you boring rappers