Platonic - Khary, Grip

They don’t wanna see me win, back like 23, again

Hope you niggas had a field day, Summer’s coming, I’ma kill May

Murked June, I’ma murder July, where you been, you never heard of this guy?

Niggas flex 'bout what they purchasin', why?

Never been the type of person to

lie

Turning y’all into the trap, fuck a pair of slacks, a shirt, and a tie

Had to get this shit the harder way, me and Khary, Shaq and Penny Hardaway

Fuck around, and make the magic happen, smoke and mirrors, like Imagine Dragons

Tryna be active on radio, taking off, up and away we go

No advance, but some «Maybe-so"'s, need the pesos, like ándale

Vámonos, rápido, racks on racks on racks on racks on racks

To rap on tracks I’m tryna up the status quo', been on a whole 'nother wave

They know they can never surf with me, only those that got it out the dirt with

me

Rappers sayin' they the god, I’m guessin' I’m atheist, then

Dancin' with Satan again

They say I’m trippin', 'cause I’m choosin' makin' money over makin' a friend,

uh, that’s just the space that I’m in, yeah

I’d rather keep it a buck, fuck tryna' fake and pretend

Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'

Shit you can’t stomach, think you might vomit

Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic

I’d rather the money, I’d rather the money

Damn, where all my common sense go?

Fuck all your daps and pounds, feet on the ground, channel the Flintstones

Boy down to Earth, another verse could probably pay rent from

Get him a hearse, these niggas worse than the holes they take shits from,

lately can’t sleep

Aye, lately can’t sleep, I be up in the mornin', don’t got a job,

but it’s not unemployment

I know who I am, know I got the components to conquer the world,

while I scratch my cojones

Which makes the next line more important: I’m goin' nuts

Don’t give a fuck, name on a list, don’t need a plug, don’t need a plug,

only trust us

Only wake up, I’m eating good, they in the dust

With my dead skin cells, wishin' them well, damn, they lookin' sus

Even when I make a million, I might bet a billion, I promise to keep it a buck

I know, for me, there’s no ceiling, the sky is revealing, the stars,

I aligned with my bros

'Bout to tour in Europe, homie, you’re up, the final countdown

Niggas think they Randy, but more Shad Moss- I mean, Bow Wow

I know female dogs, bad bitches that want to pow wow

But I’d rather the money, I’m like, «Now, now», yeah

Mario dungeon, hundred they runnin'

Shit you can’t stomach, think you might vomit

Shoutout my bad bitches, keep it platonic

I’d rather the money, I’d rather the money