No Sample (feat. Starker)

Uh, ayo, you **** garbage, I'm way ahead by a large margin

See no comp in this house of Hip Hop, bitch I'm Macaulay Culkin

The god they call me often come to usher you off to your coffin

Rock expensive cloths, don't give a fuck what it's costin'

It's catching wreck, gettin' travelers checks out in Boston

Fuck having a boss, I profit off what I'm involved in

All sins committed for the love of the fetti slime

Was borderline federal, no petty crime

Illegal life artistry, I got the world fiend' out for my next design

Chef the god just recollect checks off my impressive mind

**** tried to front but fold up soon as you press the line

And be like "never mind", I only parlay with the clever kind

I'll forever shine I was made for this

My dope leaking through the wrapper open the pack up and take a whiff

Nasal drip, fly player shit, my latest clip a greatest hit

Homicide and Futurewave makin' it

The waviest, raw like white work they was cookin' up in '86

No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this

I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit

The waviest raw like white work they was cookin' up in '86

No sample if you wanna take a sniff then pay for this

I'll prefer the paper up front and I ain't changing shit

Yeah, uh, my pile of stories rather allegory, rockin' Gore-Tex in my forties

I'm out for yellow bricks like Dorothy, we out here chevvin' your shorty

Bitch pop a kiss she gonna book a flight for me and my ****

We act a fool, perform our songs, all a movie

No lie detector, my survival lesson

Artists ain't learnin' they lesson until you send 'em real high like a Jetson

Movin' way above the Jefferson's, uh, light work, con Edison

Every grip we make a twin and move a sedative

Major flavors blocks in the street like Holly blocks in Jamaica

Drop these singles like clumsy secretaries fallin' with papers

My uncle JB had a chain so big, he threw it on his kids for punishment

That's my blood then I couldn't tell you his government

Give him a "guard you" and I'm gunnin' it

Sun touch my son no wonder won this to the island I flex, watchin' Tibaná

Heard these bullets go within, I got blicks for temples of Solomon

Estella then stick 'em up, no compliments, he gave it up

For massive digits do doing bad and business, you will be cappin magicians