Emerald / Ivy - Echo Park

One band, two bands, three bands, four

I got people knocking down my door

Some to the left, some to the right

I got my face on a flyer saying shoot on sight

Lately, I been making so much bank

That you fuckers thought my last name was Gates

I seen your accounts, they start to tank

And you’re asking me for Cheddar, but you’re so full of hate

Why you gotta be jealous of the shit that I got?

I busted my ass for my right just to cop a new pair of J’s

So no cliches

Damn, your broke ass wishes you could get paid

Bought some new shit with my Christmas bonus

You say you did, too, but that’s just bogus

Tryna buy a house for squad so nobody can own us

Move your money to my bank account, hocus pocus

Okay, last four bars, I better make these count

Can’t see all my money cause of too much clout

Making you insane, so you scream and shout

I wave around and hunt you when I’m out and about

WVMIEV

Open up my eyelids, I’m already wilin'

Teeth are grindin' like I’m on a molly

Nothin' in my future, probably got my struggle for a dollar 'til it’s in my

fuckin' hand

Ima go out there and spend, ima do this shit again and again

Put a chain 'round my neck, man I love my master

And it’s nothing but respect 'til I’m ashes

Cash ageless, a world backboneless

If you didn’t notice, it’s fuck the homeless

Invite the rich in and be a good hostess

Stay turnt, don’t turn down and go slow motion

Everybody got a motive, so what you promotin'?

Better watch your back, or you might get demoted

Feeling deja vu, I think the world reloaded

Stay conscious, I say, what is consciousness anyway?

Some say we live in binary code by the way

Talking like canaries to Alexa knows, delivered by a drone to my home

Place beyond my mobile phone, playing Pokemon Go

Ready for the mic for transactions

Shoutout Google Wallet, ain’t even gotta open up my trifold

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

I don’t really care what you want

I don’t really care what you on

You like this, you like that

You like drugs, you like weed

But I don’t really care who you are

So fuck the lights and what the media says

You ain’t shit but an obedient prick, yeah

Tryna buy a McLaren for all the homies

When you ain’t even got enough cash to get home tonight

Sleeping with yourself tonight

Ain’t got nobody by your side to calm you down once you’re contemplating suicide

Now you’re sleeping in a parking lot Tuesday night, thinking

«How the fuck did I get here?

How the fuck did I end up crying, alone?»

Wishlist all VLONE

But got nobody to flex for anymore

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Rollin' through the city, middle fingers in the air

Got so much sauce that it’s really unfair

Stylin' and profilin' like my name Ric Flair

Me and my niggas, you know we don’t care

Part 2: IVY

Daisies in your hair, girl, but I don’t really care

All I want to do is lay down here with you

Put you on my shoulders, my life is tumbling over

I cannot believe that you’d just fuck behind my back, and

What am I supposed to do?

Trust a whore like you?

And what am I supposed to do?

I’ll just cast myself in the ocean blue

This was never about love or lust or making out in a stairwell

This was about how I trusted you and you threw it all away

I’ve been racing towards the end

To find a girl to call her mine

The moment that our eyes met

Our hearts began to intertwine

You’re my love, my sky, my heart

You’re the thing my mind’s stuck on

And if it comes that our souls part

I’ll become a slave, a pawn

I can’t stand the thought of being without you

Not being able to hold your face

I just wanna hold you close

The lines on your skin, I’ll surely trace