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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blvck Svm
Blvck Svm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Glover
Benjamin Glover
Lyrics
Ray Dobard
Ray Dobard
Lyrics
Robert Carson
Robert Carson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pilotkid
Pilotkid
Producer

Lyrics

I'm in Bottega Veneta Waffle-knit stitch on the sweater Parakeet green on the letters I don't be rocking no butters, if you see me booted it's Maison Margiela Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas I'm doing numbers like stars at the Mecca In Issey Miyake, I flooded Tribeca Tryna save room for my dinner, but I done been touching more bread than a champion of checkers I crave all the pressure, they cave under pressure, the difference is clear Ain't miss a target in over a year I bet you could tell by this Rick Owens tactical gear, yeah I got remarkable range Midas put fingers to fangs, and also the mains, so only the molars remain I pick up a couple of chains, a bustdown, a plain, examine the different terrains I used to just be in my brain, my love for the game, but now I can feel it in veins, yeah Came from the sediment, niggas throw dirt on my name, it's irrelevant Money been callin', my minutes unlimited, talkin' much louder than negative sentiment Blood on my 90s, they matchin' the vetements Late to the session, I pull up in revenent Hop in the booth with my demons, I let em in They want a feature, so we had to get em in Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas Yeah, Cartier frames, I'm professor Frink Niggas think I picked Chicago for school, I really just wanted to flex in a mink Might take a trip to re-up on my ink I'm on a plane in a beater and links Call up an Uber, it stop at the corner, I probably won't flood it, that shit was a Brinks Armour, no chinks, chain mail every week Sternum Bojangles, I keep a three-piece Throw me a sack and a couple of beats I'll send back the gas, it's nothing to me To get to the rack had to make a few pivots My wrist is on frigid, my neck half a ticket The rhythm they make when they hitting, intricate These niggas is shady, I don't wanna kick it Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
Writer(s): Benjamin Glover, Robert Carson, Ray Dobard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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