Suicide (feat. Ab-Liva)

Yeah... I just ordered one my nigga Yeah... I'm still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ In that glass back, the motor is the ass crack I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter Holy Father to 'em, I ain't talking Jesus neither Balance on the scale, I ain't a Libra either I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach ya Grim Reaper, him cheaper, him chief of His army, MCM on gym sneakers You knowin' that hymn better, he been preaching You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers you been leeching Been baller, been Jacob, been dealer Been realer, pound sign, been trilla All killer, no filler, been iller Fraud niggas you Zoolander, Ben Stiller When it comes to shooters my niggas is trained to go And they gettin' practice on bitches who breaking codes 35 hundred, just point and give them a name They back flipping niggas, that go for rappers the same You don't know me nigga, fuck out my way Between renter and a homeowner Hip Hop, we can cover any rolling stoner Louboutins I heist nigga, or that bitch Winona Stop comparing me to rappers cause they in their moment Might of crossed the name brand every blue But these brand names to a brand owner isn't new Don't make us equal cause we shared a bitch or two She ain't the angel that you think, she reincarnated too I build mine off fed time and dope lines You caught steam off headlines and co-signs Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals Like the bible don't burn like these bullets don't spiral Like I can't see the scene that you mirror in your idol But a pawn's only purpose is completely suicidal Oh, suicide, it's a suicide I'm just talking to the world like it's you and I Nothing but cash here, this sweater is cashmere The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there The car is a concept, what's next is my last year My future is bright hot, you never can last here I'm top 5, listen, who hot in the past year? Five heartbeats and I'm feeling like Flash here Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture Story of the sheep and the wolves I un-master Fifty in the liquor, unwrapped 'em Unpacked, powder rise and it fall like Sebastian Telfair, tailor-made suits hand crafted Over Bottega Veneta, high tops unfastened S550 drop top is unimaginable To my hand drop and then he unattached it Practice it, nigga brick, break down, break dance Crab walk, back spin, tanner than my black skin