Diamonds wet like Poseidon, I’m drownin’ in the flex
No stylist, I’m stylin’, put ghosts in my Vetements
Percocet confessions spill on Fendi like cement
Purple moonlight glisten off the chrome, I’m hell-bent
She snort love off the dash, then ghost me like Lent
Count a hundred in silence, money speakin’ in accents
I’m the glitch in the matrix, Raf laced with latex
No trust, just racks—keep my demons in briefcases