Lyrics:
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
lately I been in my bag
N***** gone hate
When they down on they a**
I be on point and I'm checking ah bag
She sucking my d***
While I'm doing the dash
Imma
Strike the match of thought behind your eyes
And ignite the pilot light in the oven in your mind
And preheat to sixty-nine
Two cups of passion
I can tell that you been waiting on that special one to match you and your energy
Shit I can take you to infinity it's love in the building right now
some knowledge, it can tune you outta focus
Having ever ry thing you ever earned, be gone like hocus pocus
Get to da paper
Learn how to manage
Ima invest
open)
Mic check, mic check 1-2 (Don't know which way is south)
It's Ab-Soul, don't forget the dash
My nigga Da$H, FifthGod, full tank of gas
I light
the dash
With all of this cash on me
Bad bitch she throw it back on me
See I be posted up somewhere I got my feet up I just made like multiple hundreds off
doesn't matter 'cause there won't be nothin' left
When I light that match, whole thing's gonna blow
The beat's so sick it needs the medical
Call 911
Hey Reddy got that
That's all I ever gave em and ever since my feet ever hit the pavement it's been
Like extra hard pulling shifts by the double so
a game
I hop in a stu when I'm back in this place Don't lack if yo ass tryna be safe
White chalk leave that nigga with with no..
Da fuck
I swish it, yeah
Da Vinci was a man back in 1502
A genius on his own who already knew
There must be something more than just the bible
Heretical disease, they called
the smoke in eyes
Don't, don't, don't, strike
Catchin' on that distant lie she's gotta be divine
A death defier hanging on a burning tether line
Then line
You such a snitch?
I might do the dash hella quick
Shawty brand new just like the kicks
And they match color of the whip
Pockets fat and my shorty
It's probably best we lay
It's probably best we found
A fire from this perfect match to burn us to the ground
And even though it's cold outside
be
Approaching in the form of many, many as in squad
Squad as in Flipmode Squad
It has also been reported that everyone out of the many will strike
chick on my line
But lately, I've been taking my time, going slow on my grind
Trynna, gonna, be among the , greats of all time
Flow cold, he hot, all
like be jumoin off turn buckles Beatin on yo door with the clip on ya tech
Beating down yo block in da 89 chevy
Tellin stupid boy we throwing bows and we
a rapping ass nigga
Live by the hustle so you know that I mastered that
Me and the beat strike a match, call it ashes rap
Is that a wrap or is that a fact
by your side (by your side, by your side)
To your union (to the union, to the revolution)
And the hope that you provide (you provide, you provide)
of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends with
It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent
Robin
around with p
Hey yo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the zoo
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock esco, fubu,
don't get that the feeling is real
We hop of the stage and its straight to the wheel
Two on the dash just to match all the bills
Designer interior,
New whip uh
Too fast yeah
Stunting on the track
Diamonds on me yeah they flash yeah
Two clips
They gon do the dash
They be running like its track
I figured it out, they just talk for da clout
How you runnin yo mouf like you be in da trap
Run off on me now he can’t come around
See dat black
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