Rivermonts - Smoke DZA

Polo to the jewels, rose gold the jewels

Still get my hands dirty, gotta keep me some Purell

It’s a cold world, but the streets is more cruel

I’m just trying to do well, jet life two L’s

Nine eleven cartel, money’s on

Came a long way from sliding skeezers, smoking reefer

And the honeycombs

Since then, lost friends off envy and hate

Niggas mad because they sell nicks and I sell weight

Coming clean, niggas still be in the trap

Should leave that garbage alone and come and get you a batch

Stompin' through joints still looking fresh

Zippers in the front, laces in the back

If I die today, remember me like Ralph Lauren

In a denim supplied jacket in bucket looking Harlem

On skully mode, looking rugged, Ronnie Garvin on

Rugby flow, I’m the king, I ain’t just talking

I’m about it, just caught a lick

Blew my profit on a closet, scavenging in the store

I ain’t seen nothing I ain’t buy yet

Damn shame, walk through the mans shame get champagne, true story

I got a little power so I don’t pay at the counter

They know when I’m around the store reeking of sour

And just imagine, the pack will get even louder

Don’t wonder where I got it, just know that I was slinging

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