Small Time -Adam Elara

Yeah I’m broke but I still fuck models.
You a lame ass nigga so you need them bottles
You pay for pussy man that’s just awful
Yo Ivanka go grab Donald

Money can’t buy you class
You tryna mask the fact that your personality lacks, it’s whack
Ego’s so big you think your cock is black
It’s sad, put the sixty second shot clock you can’t last

I took a risk and you took advantage
You asked for a bite but took the whole sandwich
Yo hoes and yo whips are nothing but rentals
And all ya flex is yo daddy’s financials

Everything you buy I get for free
Everything you want means nothing to me
What you want I got, I got for free
What you want I got, I got with me

I used to I used to cry over twos
That curved me for white dudes

Your rhymes are weak
And your store bought beats are worse
You can practice all week
And it still won’t sound rehearsed

My demos go harder than your album
I gave you a nickel, you thought you went platinum
You say my shits way too random
So the how the fuck do I have a fandom?

You will never see me again
Even if you slide in my DM’s
How you gonna do me like that and say you wanna just be friends
I can’t even look at you now that I know where you’ve been

Cuz I got the fame before the money
Watch your mothers cuz they want me

What you want I got, I got for free
What you want I got, I got with me

The ends justify the means
Wait ’til you get a load of me
No one in the Industry wants to work with me
And I don’t care why
I never belonged in this city
Get me a plane ticket I’m ready
It’s time for the bastard son of Houston to leave

Everything you buy I get for free
Everything you want means nothing to me
What you want I got, I got for free
What you want I got, I got with me

Small Time -Adam Elara