Soul Reaver (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

Fuck on a stripper, I made her my main bitch Walk like I'm Michael, I'm feeling so dangerous Andy Warhol with the flow, I'm a painter So many clothes man I ran out of hangers My bitch like Monica, no not the singer Cory Matthews with white bitch like Topanga Acne my denim, you still wearing Wrangler You niggas not gangsters, y'all going through phases Copy the drip and they taking the property Neighborhood superstars but no celebrities Feel like I'm Triple H, check out my pedigree She's calling me Eminem cause I'm so shady Five rings on my fingers, I feel like Tom Brady Dan Marino on the track man I should've played safety Swear I love Glocks bitch, got no safety Switch up the weather, options, maybe Polod my socks, cotton laces They loving to hate, my bitch she crazy Come with the beam, Star Wars lightsaber Playing that bitch like a game, Space Invaders Had to boss up man I can't give no favors Into the dragon, I feel like Aladdin Like Sega I settled I fuck up the pattern I pack up the package, I ran up the rackets I track up the track and I spaz with the ratchet Nice with the rapping, on sight with the castle On caps with the casting, I count with the masses Miss with the missiles, I dance with the Jacksons Fatal attraction like nigga what's cracking Nigga what's popping like Twelvyy be popping Like Addie be mobbing like really be blazing Really amazing This for the gods and all for the blase like fuck is you saying I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey,hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) Money is the only thing that matters (hey, hey) Family is the only thing that matters (hey, hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) All my new bitches ass is fatter (hey, hey) I knew what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) Got a glock that shit will make you shatter (hey, hey) High as hell, I'm smoking on a shatter (hey, hey) Fucking on a shortie, ass is fatter (hey, hey) Diamonds like Micheal Jackson's better (hey, hey) Time is looking, glasses ready to shatter (hey, hey) I know what'll really make 'em matter (hey, hey) (Whoa,yeh, what you saying?) (Cash out, cash out,got it)