Lyrics: Mach-Hommy
Music: Robert Berkowitz
Uh, time is flyin' for both of us You only gettin' older
Yo, go ahead and sign in our disclosure You still drinkin' Folger
She prouder than Cabana, that's a vulture I ride with my Madonna, havin' culture
Toe brosier, I got a mind that's mad explosive These crackers waste my time, I got a conic
necrosis I bought a Luna, landin' in a Rover
I walk the straight line, every time they have my ride, I pat their shoulder
I had my done and had it, started rainin', Dawson casted, I was golden
I made it on the map without a token I'm not your token, n***a, boy, rap, I'm a
charmin' ass composer I shit it in my palm and that was closure
Babylon, leave, we alone You sick and all the bodies mine, peace be upon
Babylon, why not your yard? No, never my car, no phone shot without
Babylon, leave, we alone You sick and all the bodies mine, peace be upon
Babylon, why not your yard? No, never my car, no phone shot without
Speakin' of fruit, the Garden State got a green thumb
It's easy to juice a lot of grapes, but it's harder just to eat one
Your discipline is scarred on the heat, huh? Every time you take a sip of water, you just
swallow all the meat, done N****s get denied, knowin' of bein' dumb
Talkin' like cunts in the parlor, if the bottom line is free lunch
Ignorance can compromise a mean bunch Ain't no significance in gettin' martyred
if you drownin' out arenas
Babylon, leave, we alone You sick and all the bodies mine, peace be upon
Babylon, why not your yard? No, never my car, no phone shot without
Babylon, leave, we alone You sick and all the bodies mine, peace be upon
Babylon, why not your yard? No, never my car, no phone shot without
No, never my car, no phone shot without
Hit your daughter with a high Monterey, uh
She get the mix, it's harder with a thousand-dollar
Gotta sign a prenup, and then you tell your honor I'm a genius
I had to whip, arm it on Wakanda, I don't gotta ride in Bimas
Unless I'm getting caught in Alapena I treat him, ain't no rhyme or reason
How I got it crowned up by the kingdom? It came as willingly as slaves crossing
the Atlantic These crackers billing me for their parking
fees, pathetic I had to drill a deep way before you seen
a crevice, ass better said I was drilling for oil in the desert
He said my DNA wasn't royal, he's a peasant
Homicide, dredging, french fries were all you needed, daddy
I had to piss, stop, and I saw you niggas pegging, tagging
Discards climbing my Sequoia in the credits