"immigrant" lyrics

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches ligaments
Vixens when I ask how I get figures in
They got dividends, bread is legitimate (Bitch)
But the taxman thinking I'm innocent
So the white man want my imprisonment
Gotta stay vigilant
I ain't no idiot
In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant
Full speed like we're tryna get rid of them
Me and them man ain't no equivalent
Bro got spinners and sugar and cinnamon
Can't fuck with the African militant
Old meth and my bros still killing it
Opps been feeling it
Bad ting giving it, uh
Cash flow look too hideous
The money give me the white man privilege

I know for a fact this worker won't follow me round if I pull out them racks
My niggas don't window shop, we pull down the window and push it back (Blatt)
No action but way more chat, these fuck niggas ain't on jack
They say the louder, the more they're brass
I see ya, I see that you're stacking flat (I see it)
She wanna gun for gang and me
She's on her knees, that's blasphemy
I swear, God please don't be hard on me (Please)
The Glock been singing in harmonies
In different keys
This bitch getting hit on beat
Don't trust nobody except myself, cause nothing in life is free

I break numbers, bitches backs, and my bank account and snitches ligaments
Vixens when I ask how I get figures in
They got dividends, bread is legitimate (Bitch)
But the taxman thinking I'm innocent
So the white man want my imprisonment
Gotta stay vigilant
I ain't no idiot
In the end, I'm a wealthy immigrant
Full speed like we're tryna get rid of them
Me and them man ain't no equivalent
Bro got spinners and sugar and cinnamon
Can't fuck with the African militant
Old meth and my bros still killing it
Opps been feeling it
Bad ting giving it, uh
Cash flow look too hideous
The money give me the white man privilege