Music: Nicholas Barat/Vincent Valente
Lyrics: Nicholas Barat/Vincent Valente
VERSE 1:
Later bro, last round,, (what) you Know the
Operator don't back down,, just Hoping the
Elevator don't crash now, we going Up, we need to
Make our dough and cash out, it's that content
Creator flow, cash cow,, shit heating Up like
Trader joe's hash browns,, these rappers rather
Hate tho, instead of celebrate o, i got they face
Mope like someone pulled darth vader whole mask down,
Got my light saber in they ass now,
Class clown got his cap and gown now he rap bound,
let my name taste like shit piss and lice flavored
Lifesavers when that word owl in your mouth
make Sure when you Refer to the bird with
Talons you mention the absurd talent,
been this Way since middle school class pictures with the
Flipped birds blurred out it, pop shit and i'm
Pulling up on you herbs and parking on the curb of your town
Ship, like ya ever heard of owl? ya learned now bitch,
head to toe yellow fur outfit, looking like
Big birds german accountant returned fromthe mountains,
VERSE 2:
from Aa to a list, it's the
Underground taye diggs, product
Endorsements, restaurant chains, sex tapes, a mu****in
Fragrance, with the operate name on the
Shit, alcohol of fame with the liq,
Tape spins from Jersey to the Fools golden Gate bridge,
Eighty six drank in the fridge time to
Kick it up a bit, get chained to the fence,
you know, Stuck, with a grin like that, at a PUB no invite back, screaming what the
**** til my windpipe crack, skin white but
Inside black, pinstripe slacks,
joe, dimaggio w l,
Gripped tight bat, i don't fist fight jack, shit but
Chris might, hit you with the piss right tat, watch them
Legs buckle, you won't feel even the mobb from the
Left knuckle,, get chipped like snacks, whole
Biscuit go limp like this like that,