Small Violin

Fuck with me ill give you top shelf beef

Thats high stakes

In the dark you either a shark

Or your live bait

If you owed

Get the banana clip then 5 apes

Slide off with your vault

Different meaning for drive safe

I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes

To hide her from the hell im raisin

Like dry grapes

Im getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape

The owner of C.O.B clothing why would I buy bape’s

Track suits cigars and muscle cars

Meet up with the cartel in double R’s

I don’t associate with rappers

Who got rich spitting them struggle bars

You don’t gotta know about this thing

Cuz its ours

Intellectual never threatened by a menace

I got this stick sliding like I’m a violinist

To create more records then me

You have to write the Guinness

Book dont look

To hard at a crook

Just mind ya business

We offshore the accounts

The boss hoard the amounts

The diamonds are all white

Like a golf course in the south

Heavy bets at the derby we not horsing around

Marble on the counter tops

Its the all porcelain ground

I finish how I started on top of the shelf

Smoking rocky Patels rocking godfather cazels

18 karot gold pin on top of lapels

This is mafia shit

Yea ill see you coppers in hell

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

Im spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die im still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of god good Mary that magdalene

I put the king on it

He anoint this beat

I been crooked

Like the mother fucking top elite

Breathing the same molecules in as socrates

Im tryna make it

And be naked in a tropic breeze

But all these places say no vacant

So im on these streets

Aint no asking please

On that mask an seize

Got that grandma Glock

She gone come pinch them cheeks

Now theres Blood on my shoes like lil nas x sneaks

An you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal

We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle

It’s cold and it’s ugly like Steve buscemi in forgo

Im the young Bobby Johnson

Color of Nucky Thompson

Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton

A Fan of fire starters but could produce the flames

Till a old head point at they teeth

Call that fangs

America online message

We take aims

I walk into the stars

And then never come back again

Im spitting in the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die im still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of god

Good Mary that magdalene

Small violin playin my song

Go try again

I shave my own head

No bitch turn me to Solomon

They holo men

Ripping chunks out of they collagen

I follow them

Leaving them slumped in The holid inn

We broke bread over some pussy

Won’t Mac again

Cuz now the charge is way past pimping

Its trafficking

Like this bitch won’t sell that shit

Without her man

Then do some heroin

Give money to Taliban

A table fan

I blow loud then calm again

When we babel heard tower of of babel start rattling

Unravelin

That evil plan this man brain

In gomorrah they be loving that sodom like hussein

A neck was introduced to a foot like liu kang

Im too flame

You spark a blunt off what im sayin

I put us on the map like borate did kazakhstan

Now everyone I got in my fam got em a Stan

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again

Im spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die im still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of god

Good Mary that magdalene

We walk into the stars an we never come back again

Im spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen

So when I die im still in the vacuum you shackled in

Come fuck the son of god

Good Mary that magdalene