80KPAN - PELICAN Lyrics

They be like, damn 80K must know everybody
Seeking attention, hold the pole down with apprehensions
Hanging out with several extensions, looking at my friends this year
Like, damn, we bout to blow up like the Pippins
I spent last year was scrounging for change
Now I manifest wealth with digital bearings
Skate to arcades, pushing tokens in the game
Found my vigilance inside the frame
Hiding intentions behind dominoes, connecting message threads
Gold fleece on dirty clothes, praying the off white will bring us roses
At parks with Great Danes and range rovers
Collecting traumas, commas falling out like conundrums
Sipping wine in condominiums, cushy as sofas
Relationships with heartbroken forces
Hedging my bets on broken toe shit, never broke shit
Hitting the beach, sunny side up, now we in motion
"Get rich quick," something to tell this young boy
Better fill them holes up, toting with his gun toy
Tell me, did you like it? posted with the finest art
We chopping those, a brick and mortar vision my, niggas poppin' now
I make waves with the gang
Signs been what you seeing, controllers holding the game
My hood in refrain, fuck what they saying, stay in ya lane
Pull out to France and then she bang

They be like, damn 80K must know everybody
Seeking attention, hold the pole down with apprehensions
Hanging out with several extensions, looking at my friends this year
Like, damn, we bout to blow up like the Pippins
I spent last year was scrounging for change
Now I manifest wealth with digital bearings
Skate to arcades, pushing tokens in the game
Found my vigilance inside the frame
Hiding intentions behind dominoes, connecting message threads
Gold fleece on dirty clothes, praying the off white will bring us roses
At parks with Great Danes and range rovers
Collecting traumas, commas falling out like conundrums
Sipping wine in condominiums, cushy as sofas
Relationships with heartbroken forces
Hedging my bets on broken toe shit, never broke shit
Hitting the beach, sunny side up, now we in motion
"Get rich quick," something to tell this young boy
Better fill them holes up, toting with his gun toy
Tell me, did you like it? posted with the finest art
We chopping those, a brick and mortar vision my, niggas poppin' now
I make waves with the gang
Signs been what you seeing, controllers holding the game
My hood in refrain, fuck what they saying, stay in ya lane
Pull out to France and then she bang