Robin Banks - G.I.F.T.E.D lyrics

[Intro] [Hook 1: Deau X. Boy] I'm on their heels, talking six inches Got to be ill, this a sick business We seal the deal then we split the riches They think it's Christmas, I'm so f**ing gifted [Verse 1: Deau X. Boy] Man, I'm like Barry with the Lions And you barely hear me trying, if I ain't working then dying Man, these n***as having comfort issues But what the f** does slumber get you I need Diddy cake, Bono bread, Hov riches It all comes together, fridge, sink, stove, kitchen Where I'm from it's coke missions or you broke b**hin They tried to block my shots, but ended up with goal tending [Bridge 1: Deau X. Boy] Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton, Giuseppe I'm on they heels, I'm on they heels, I hope they ready Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton, Giuseppe I'm on they heels, I'm on they heels, I hope they ready [Hook] [Verse 2: Deau X. Boy] We getting money in a boardroom They think we're headed to courtroom Suits and ties, stupid rides, suicides, who inside Curtains closed, certain clothes, just to show my Jewish pride n***as better check their rear views Thought It'd be a year or two, I won't be near you when the year is through Got you like where's he disappearing to Looking for me just like parents I'm clearly in a leer, it's cool But talking in the air is rude [Bridge] [Hook]