Songteksten

I'm a hard act to follow, hard pill to swallow My dad used to find the demon in bottle Now he clean as a whistle of an official fixing games for the fiscal The top is hot so I done turned into a heat-seeking missile Keep my head up on a swivel and a mouth full of gristle I got my flows off the muscle, boy this shit in my bones If I wasn't meant to rap I'd probably leave it alone But as of now it's four labels throwing plays at my phone Eating cinnamon French toast in some Vetements socks They fiending over the features like I'm selling 'em rocks My door starting to splinter, had to tell 'em to stop My floor hot in the winter, shoes melting the box Kicking game with my lawyer at a beachfront estate She got me right for all these niggas tryna eat off my plate Brought the bag to the mall, I had several to blow Spent a grip and put the loot up in the elephant nose Young Anubis, thumbs covered in bruises Investigating the jeweler, my neck can tell if he Judas In Broward County I'm rooted, when I go home it's a movie Got two Medusas on me, turn my pole to stone then wrap around it, it look like caduceus The choker fit like a noose and I need it loosened This satisfaction elusive so I'm never complacent Navy Preme deadstock, red bogo emblazoned It cost dummy racks now, if I don't flip it I'm crazy Yelling "Free the Ruler" while I mudwalk in some Maisons Look behind me, I been leaving stains all on the pavement Money adjacent and it offset the pressure I'm facing I ain't the king yet, but I'm patiently waiting
Writer(s): Benjamin Glover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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