Odd Future Talk - Cashmere lyrics

Wolf Gang Golf Wang Swag me out, b**h In an $8000 outfit Y'all hear these n***as talking, it ain't about sh** I'm on 15, these n***as on Cloud 6 Tryna get to 9, I'm who they get behind Thirsty to get some shine But b**h, you can't skip the line And time won't even give you minutes Cause this sh** is mine You live that ad-lib life, with the unscripted lines I k** em all, just ball, no evidence behind My steps too complex, you can't convict the crime I'm just a criminal, high to my last breath In and out of cities pushing missies till no gas left Street ballin, I was rushing out my Timex And I'm about that f**ing scratch paper like a math test That good sh** is forming back, Rogaine And they so plain I can't feel em: c**aine When it's in the nasal and you're facially numb mane Snorting all them five dollar verses, them sh**'s is chump change I'm on my grind, that's some cliche sh** But if they see me anywhere, my enemies hate quick Like "he ain't even swag, n***a, he can't spit" and "Everytime he come around we feel like we ain't sh**" Save the chit-chatter, it's money to get after Cheating in the book of life A n***a about to skip chapters From flat broke to phat quotes, I'm a real ba*tard And I smoke weed til I feel like a Zen master It's certified homicide, I'm a clit' master High cla** pretty b**h basher, big kush asher They told me Domo you're the chosen one Convincing every single b**h that they the only one This sh** was cute even way before the song begun If I'm not a real n***a, then show me one But b**h, don't show me none