Zach Nahome - The British Are Relaxed lyrics

[Verse 1: J $tash] Too much glory for the underdog This rap sentence comes out [?] I got bad women up on my balls At these fashion shows with a bunch of stars At the Gucci store sipping on Cristal Me and Danny Seth buying out the bar We don't need sh** but we buy the car Got Rolex and the Audemar I don't need babies, lil b**hes in flavors It's Maison Margiela's, no almighty sweater One thousand, two thousand, three thousand or better My Rick Owens sneakers got black [?] leather My swag is illegal, it's k**ing you n***as I dress like a Beatle, my girl's like Aaliyah You talking that money but we don't believe you I got me some good head from this girl named Piah [Verse 2: Collard] Vibing, your boy in the b**h No lie, n***a that's what it is Young BG with the charge Young Steph Curry with the swish I be tryna get it how I live Young Harry Kane with the hits Young Ric Flair in this b**h No lie n***a, that's what it is I ain't touch rolls in a minute With them south boys, they with it Don't get jumped for them gimmicks TECs don't come with a limit Thank god every day for my come up We was tryna get it how we living Seen money turn green, that's just fake Seen 12 turn b**h n***as crickets [Verse 3: Danny Seth] One verse, a hearse, and no coroners And I [?] the boot like a tourist Inside the b**h like an organ And I be your fool like the circus Talk sh** and quickly abort it I'm in front of these girls like porches And I don't do forfeits And the places that I hang You can't get in like a fortress Want a feature, can't afford it Copperdales, I count enormous So I signed to myself but my boys got my back like a [?] All in your ear like an earring But I still keep it underground like an earwig Pop Adderalls so I think clearly TBAC ‘till I depart dearly