M&M Records

Um, hi, I'm looking to put VincentS on this two and a half minute instrumental

Um, how much would that be

Thirty Thousand

Run it

Just runnin' it back, I'm revertin' the flow

Stunnin' the lac, I reverse it and go

When the hunters attack, I'm the person to know

I'm lovin' the cash, don't prefer to be broke

You come with an act, while it's murder we wrote

I trouble the pasture while reapin' the goat

I'm comin' in faster, repeatin' the flow

And I skeet in her throat

Receding the weeds as the seasons just go

Still seekin' a reason to keep all this coke

I plead with the demons to leave me alone

I'm speakin' to Jesus to please keep my soul

I'm hopin' he's listenin, I'm needin' a miracle

Feelin' new to the group and receivin' the spiritual

Riddle me this

How the kid in the pit got rich that quick

Lived with a risk, never drifted a bit

Kept liftin' the script, now the digits exist

Brick by brick, then I built that shit

Big facts, been strapped with the vision they skipped past

Wrist wrapped, fist black

From all of the grit and the dispatch

Mismatch, been in the past where they sit at

Back against the wall but I blasted em all

Never askin' for pardon, I barge in regardless

The heart of a Spartan, I march in the darkness

Apart with the spark of a market that's chargin

Put a red beam on his top like a target

They rollin' back prices, that's why he's out shoppin

Huh

Beretta stay cocked, and it's locked in my pocket

Oh

Cop me a whip to the crib finna park it

Ounce in a cone and we finna go spark it

Lettin' it loose in the booth while you jaws'n

Settle the feud with my tools, you just Fraudulent

Italian roots, pay your dues to the coffin

They playin' with dudes in the suits cause they harmless

Often I find that it's true and it's common

Poppin' off often, has got me exhausted

Clockwork cautious with a cadence, I'm crossin

Affidavit got me runnin' outta options

Stalkers, stay stalkin' and breakin' down boxes

Talkers, stay mockin, I'm layin' out chalken

I love to stay home just to count up my profits

Not easily swayed, or entertainin' the nonsenses

Spend a few days at the lake, feelin' yaughtish

A few hundred K cause my music is poppin

Paid all my dudes to the dudes in the tropics

Dark when I tan, but I'm white, call me Logic

Dart in my hand while he's stayin' on topic

Words to a verse like some digits and commas

Just bought a crib for my kids and they momma

Got rid of that bitch, gettin' sick of the drama

How about you make me some breakfast

And shut the fuck up about these dreams you got

Stay true to myself with the dreams that I got

Spray in the booth with the speed like a shot

Collectin' my drops with some commas and dots

And pickin' the pockets of possible profits

Rattlin' off with the grip of that nonsense

A prattlin, bitch, make me sick till I'm nauseous

My, my, my music is lossless

Bitch park in a spot

Runnin' your lips like your hard, but you're not

Flick of the wrist watch while he callin' the cops

He tall and he tan and he dark, but he not

It's all in the hands of the one with the glock

Parkin' the whip, got no plans to get caught

Ready or not, give it all that you got

He's a goner

He mumblin' on, but it's all that he got

Pickin' the pocket of possible profits

Never asking for pardon

I barge in regardless

Ready or not

A deposit of thirty thousand dollars has been received to your account

New balance seven million eight hundred fifty three thousand one hundred eighty six dollars

Yes