I come with the info

Tiptoe through the window making the thing blow

Yeah I might go skizO pack did a flip tho

The cat wants white he’s strictly a gringo

Mandingo

I raise the bar they lower it like limbo

They can’t Decipher the lingo

I come with the bars straight from the intro

Buckle up this is just the start

Much more to come we’re really going far

You call it music I call it art

You pour a drink and I pour my heart

Into something that plays a bigger part

Into something that has a deeper meaning

I’m wide awake but I could be dreaming

I won’t chill till we’re all eating

So I’m getting busy getting busy stacking lizzy

And Charles I don’t touch Charlie

Thing on my waist might swing at ya face i don’t play boy dont call me carti

I don’t talk to feds like jamari

Come with the artillery I’m 1 man army

Chchchop like karate

I’m in the fast lane Now I need a Ferrari

Stack the bread then invest

Im far from my best

In putting myself to the test

Surrounded by people who been staying real stay away from the guys that just say yes

My life was a mess I finesse got finessed

But I bounce back quick stay ready and blessed

Stressed

T to the Y don’t joke or jest

When I’m writing bars I become obsessed

I become obsessed

I can’t look back coz im way too ahead

My mind was mislead

An 8th to Z I’m Baking my bread

Again like I’m Fred

I’m filling my plate like I’ve never been fed

I’m staying up late like I never go bed

I’m gaining traction I don’t need no tread

I’m bringing the heat like I see infrared

Thats gang

Never gonna mess up the plan

It took one bang and then my man ran

I’m here, there everywhere I never really hang

It was Hand & hand combat contraband

Expand the brand, defend where I stand

I wanna a yard that’s grand in a foreign land

I got My future is planned and I see it so clear

Them man wanna hate but can’t come near

Thats gang

Never gonna mess up the plan

It took one bang and then my man ran

I’m here, there everywhere I never really hang

It was Hand & hand combat contraband

Expand the brand, defend where I stand

I wanna a yard that’s grand in a foreign land

I got My future is planned and I see it so clear

Them man wanna hate but can’t come near

They Cant be in my bubble

I hustle and tustle

Mum said ty please stay out of trouble

I can’t

Stacking my bread to invest I don’t care about the garmz

I guess I get lucky like charms

I’m bobbing and weaving leave ya face leaking things get peak when I swing these arms

I’m Calm

Don’t sound the alarm

Everything irie

I Jump like Jordan but I don’t tick like Nikey

My bad little B come feisty gonna make her my wifey

Yeah she Love me hate me now she wanna like me

Treat her good till head to toe is icy

I don’t believe in the lord almighty

So who’s gonna guide me

I was lost in my ways

Revenge in my vains

Easing the pain

Staying up for days

Never been one for the games

Get straight to work me and bro up in the booth spitting eternal flames