(You're ro-, You're rockin' with essence baby)

De-De-De-Designer Kingpin

[Verse 1]

I'm just buggin' in this coupe

I needa get it together

This girl bought me a new Marni sweater

New Carpet leather belt on me, color heather

My sound strictly for the mature

Drank in a Perrier taste way too pure

I won't text her back she actin' way too weird

I'm just tryna' get out of here

[Bridge 1]

Take that how you want

I'm chasin' what I need

I'm pourin' what I need

In the hills out in Italy, I love thе scenery

[Verse 2]

Sometimеs I feel like I'm in a cage, like I needa be freed'

Let me spread my wings, I'm rollin' round with the team

Poppin' my collar

We countin' dollars

SB been a baller

M23 shot callers

What you want from me

I gave you everything

You still took it from me

I just wanna forget everything

Still trying to figure out the meaning

Wish I neva' did start leanin'

At first, you know it was healin'

Ask God, why now? Can you give me a reason

[Bridge 2]

Nobody gon' be there for you

Countin' up in this coupe

I'm just buggin' in this coupe

My boys kick doors for ya' loot, yea

My boys kick doors for ya' loot, yea

[Verse 3]

You wanna' fight me, I ain't heard of you

I can't rock wit' you

You ain't ever know what I went through

You ain't experience life in my shoes

Hollow-tips out the drac, rip right through

Tony in the party wit his tool

Up it an it gets hectic

We ain't go no time to politic

Hit the cookie, now it make me ascend

Grew up on Matt Ox, not Nettspend

Yea

Grew up on Matt Ox, not Nettspend

Grew up on Matt Ox, not Nettspend

Grew up on Matt Ox, not Nettspend

Designer Kingpin, NoTilt

[Verse] (𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙗𝙖𝙧)

𝘼𝙮, 𝙮𝙪𝙝, 𝘼𝙮, 𝙮𝙪𝙝

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝘽 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝

𝙎𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡

𝙔'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙨

𝙈𝙚, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡

𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚" 𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙨𝙮𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨

𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡, 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧

𝙏𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙇.𝙀.𝘿

𝙈𝙚, 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙮

𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙘𝙡𝙚" 𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨

𝙄 𝙖𝙞𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙂𝙤𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩

Lord I pray you accept my confession