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This that spit, that old fashioned flow
Pocket full of dirty C notes like old Cassio
Iâm on patio so pick the rings to match the glow
Grabbing on that ravioli slow, winning back a jones
They see through the kitchen to the alley where that Jeeps park
Probably we alone âcause getting social with them street smarts
I show these beautiful arts to his body art
These other bitches be lurking till they got your heart
Learned a long time ago to never trust a sharing stone
Spot her in a Vegas casino then leave her there alone
I got the sirens screaming at me when Iâm baritone
Whiling in that motherfuckingâ¦
A real rapperâs pulse match the metronome
Iâm a bad boy but never combed my prop with a Diddy comb
Itâs all praise to the kids to get their city known
Somebody get in this verse, I bet yâall feeling dome
Iâm looking at these rap cats like nice
They looking like they fitted to work only fall back
And all the sudden itâs fashion, we wearing all black
What, no comma there unless you rocking for Johnny Cash
I make music with that ambiance and zombie laps
Iâm Tarantino with my ladies feed all on the dash
I tell âem cue the strengths, I tell âem cue the brass
Our solo act, the curtains drop, homie, do the math
Got there with the â¦wardrobe 94 logo blur
Get up
Got there with the â¦wardrobe 94 logo blur
Get up
Got there with the â¦wardrobe 94 logo blur
Get up
Got there with the â¦wardrobe 94 logo blur
Get up
The art pitching flame, we done switched the lanes
Only propertyâ¦like itâs a game
But itâs the stage, wrote the books, no pay
And in the new crib burn sage
As I stepped on the scene my whole mind stay changed
Crème brulee flambé in the amphibious way
She moves in mysterious waysâ¦just get in the way
Standing on the beach, a wave capping my fate
I donât use recipes âcause I know how itâs made
Today I donât stunt on yâall, real talk, thatâs the day I lost
I canât afford that cost, my accountant called, I canât afford that, dog