Lyrics:
your life
My cousin B got caught in the hype
Nigga Knox got ox’d by a nigga slang cigs
Tryna do the same but the block ain't his
Too territorial
Make you
the rest because it's Smeed on the mic
Not a tactic not a tic tack but the traffic is drastic moving all elastic wit her body like fabric
the dreams that
they sold That's right, I copped it
Believe I see a profit like it was spoke by a prophet
Start up a project and look out for the prospect In
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
to a mirror
And there before my eyes in that old reflection a declaration bold
We won't stay gold, all that's left of her and rest
Is a small locked box
Step up John Bold, your fortune will be told
Cross my palm with silver or gold
Feel the warmth, then feel cold
Hear the tale unfold
Rest your head
Hard cash, how much do you want for that?
The world has come up for sale
Hard cash, the East has been knocked out flat
Capital is in full sail
and your motherfuckin' Oscar
Your throne is mine
Head hot, with a gold chain and that big R1, it's my motorbike
Ghost right on you, poltergeist
Def not when
Ay KV pause it pause it pause it pause it pause it
If this ain't the hardest freestyle you've heard this Year I'm done with rapping
Ay Kv run
deflect
Sword by his side, he knows nothing of regret
Change chugging I need a quarter
Just a piece of gold
Nothing less than 60 portions
It'll get me
more stuck and more stressed
I rather just make art and then rest
On the beach Ocean C
Packing my bowl on the balcony
High as a kite 'til eternity
Some
Smart water diamonds Fiji
Right now there's no more freebee's k
I am not BBVA
You could think its a V8
When you see me we could race
Diamonds splash like
Unites into ashes
You who never once by envy was struck
Although your time came when you ran out of luck
Amongst the graves always narrows
Enemy there
exalt
Tell the rest of us, it's our fault
Pablo did it, just work harder
You could go farther, if you were smarter
Forget the etiquette, ignore their
conceit, the mark of the beast
Only time we come together is when rest in peace
Stay blind, we break bread, book of the dead
Fill jails, we gang bang, we
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