Can You Afford It

[Intro]

Don't fuck with LiveRAW, you know what i'm saying
LiveRAW Die RAW Gold Bottle Team, Yoshimitsu on the beat
Detroit L-O bro, yea, I don't know what's wrong with these niggas man, buying shit they can't afford
Don't hurt yo pockets tryna keep up with another nigga, yea
That ain't living real or wise and i'm here to kill all this whack shit
And you niggas part of that whack shit, you die too
I don't give a fuck about none of these niggas right now
Cuz i'm at that point where I'm just annihilating all this fluke and fugazi shit
Detroit L-O bro, hit em with some shit nigga

[Verse 1]

If this plan don't work then imma get this shit another way
If this ain't the time to stunt, we celebrate another day
With Bottega Gold up in the suitе where I most likely stay
If shе wanna make a little visit, imma make her pay
Straight face all your problems then get mad cuz I don't give a fuck
I guess they was right, cuz Detroit L-O do not give a fuck
None of my concern if it don't make my pockets fatter bro
Stop stressing some shit, a year from now it will not matter bro
Niggas getting broker tryna keep up with another man
While I stack the cheese to count, I might just need another hand
Young as hell, but you always tired, is what I can't stand
Gotta go the extra mile, that's if you wanna be the man

[Hook]

Extend the hustle, it ain't no shortage
My shit is sick, no way to cure it
Yo woman calling, but I ignore it
Yea you can buy it, can you afford it
Extend the hustle, it ain't no shortage
My shit is sick, no way to cure it
Yo woman calling, but I ignore it
Yea you can buy it, can you afford

[Verse 2]

Can you afford to let yo shit go down the drain in this bitch
That's exactly why these boys don't know yo name in this bitch
I just want the Sapphire, I ain't fooling with the beers
Go where everybody knows your name just to hear cheers
Cheers, put your glasses up
Two girls in the suite with they asses up
If it ain't good money, imma pass it up
If a nigga make a diss, imma laugh it
Bullshittin' still mad for what
Man it ain't my fault you wasn't stacking up
Y'all nigga's too funny, got me cracking up
Got kicked off the team, you ain't make the cut boy
Get that wax up out your ear and just listen
Like some scissors and a box cutter, cuz we cut different
Before you make a diss track, better check my lyric history
Tryna win in arguments, that's just pyrrhic victory
Bitches super crazy, always leave her with the crushed face
That's where I store my cum, so I call that bitch a nut case
I drop the Caddy, all you youngins don't have no taste
Cheese run to me, I let you niggas join the rat race

[Hook]

Extend the hustle, it ain't no shortage
My shit is sick, no way to cure it
Yo woman calling, but I ignore it
Yea you can buy it, can you afford it
Extend the hustle, it ain't no shortage
My shit is sick, no way to cure it
Yo woman calling, but I ignore it
Yea you can buy it, can you afford it