Lyrics
You know what it is
If you don't boy get hip to the script
Small change but in due time…
Merrill Lynch
New Nikes got the fresh apparel stench
I'm all in bag, I watched ya barrel flip
Jack and Jill had hunnid mill
They was cool, I had to kill ‘em I got massive bills
New chains, new whips
I'm testin' massa's will
Stealin' my swag, I guess I got that Mass Appeal
Black **** in a yellow benz…
My wife lookin like Canela Skin
She do movies she be fuckin' on her best of friends
Keep the brand strong but the message slim
To them **** that was hatin'? We were never friends
I'm on a island, Sun glowing on my melanin
Winter time? White furs like I peddle bricks (Chilly!)
Weird vans, six ****, we be meddlin' (all in yo house ****!)
Sound like Mystery
I whip a track like Beethoven be flippin' keys
I be slayin' I'm Amadeus within these beats
Your track record is small hurdles and minor leaps
I'm in the long run, the long distance
I see the field and play it right, now we all livin'
My Rogve Skuad **** we all shiftin'
Tesla Xs' in them lanes mayne, we all switchin'
The finest of the grapes, no more malt lickin'
**** hate that I got taste
I got ‘em awestricken…
You **** still wear Affliction
I'm in that matte Prius so there's no emissions
Clean living
It was written by the high Egyptians
My faced carved by some hieroglyphics
That said that this man's the highest living
And he rhymes the littest
And fuck any denizen who ain't ridin' wit him…
I heard the Sun God is vibin' wit him…
Rah shit…
God Body…
Too much swag I got the bag on me…
Run the town like I'm Fat Tony
I'm well connected and well respected by mad homies
Ladies know the smooth gameplay, no lag on me
European coupes, no tags on me
Engine suped up, drive slow ****, don't crash on me…
They send shots, I just laugh homie
My shooter got grips, I got no mags on me…
You lack class homie
I know the the science, I show you how to do math homie…
Yeah these hoes use to pass on me
I got patched up, and now they wanna add-on me
Smellin' like good weed, am I that stoney?
God rap at godspeed, am I that holy?
God water-whipped the river, made a path fo' me
I made it through wit the stash on me…
Written by: Cameron Jordan
