Lyrics: Ariyan Arslani/Miles Parks Mccollum/Paul Michael Slayton/Tom Paladino
Music: Ariyan Arslani/Miles Parks Mccollum/Paul Michael Slayton/Tom Paladino
Yeah, yeah, uh
Chat along, Queens be the birthplace (Yup)
Turn you to a ****in' cheeseburger at a children's birthday (Yeah)
Yeah, I deserve a mermaid (Uh), so I can buy my bitch fake Hermes (Uh)
I remember back in the days (Uh)
Used to nut all over the book, you couldn't turn the page
I guess it's just comin' of age (Uh-huh), London haze (Yeah)
Eat a mouse, get stuck in a maze (Uh)
I'm the old hound dog still humpin' the leg (Uh)
May you jump in the grave (Uh)
From my left hand pumpin' the blade (Uh)
All-black like Blade (Like Blade)
Have my shorty rub my back with the hot jade (Ugh)
Catching waves under my gape (Uh-huh)
Mother****er, you are not hot, this ain't The Matrix (No, it's not)
I'm sick like the magician on the Lakers (I am)
Leave bullets twisted in the chamber (I do)
Half my body hanging out the Wrangler (It is)
Handshakes not included, if I thank you, be grateful
Rent-A-Center, furniture and mansions, be tasteful
Yeah, eating every pussy, call me, wait, I be wasteful
Time to wash these hundreds I don't ever got the space for
Four hundred grams of molly, doggy stuck in the baseboards
Hot wings and codeine cups what I got a taste for
My cousin died, not sure he made it up, so the eighth poured
The floor filled with bills like I shot out the Highmark Stadium (Planet Frog; Shh)
Told her I want all neck just like Tyler Robinson
Diamonds in my left ears, real life, mind-bogglin'
They don't like the way he live his life, tell him, "Try stoppin' him"
Wait, that one boy got popped, we did not stop for him, **** him
Cops flash the lights, unfortunately we didn't stop for 'em
Tried to buy the bitch and panties still didn't drop for 'em
It's litter on the opps' street, big bros sweep the block for 'em
Only time you'll ever see nine figures is with your kids
All them G.I. Joes around the room, better watch your step
Keep quiet is kept, feel like I'm one of the last left
Feel the MDMA creepin' inside your last breath
Breathe
I'm in the codeine deluge, headed to Baton Rogue
Psilocybin-induced, DMT infused
To be fake, I refuse, never fall for the rules
Then the doc said, "Take two, and come aboard the crew"
Like springtime in the Shire
Smokin' that Old Toby out a Gandalf pipe, gettin' higher
And it's fire, I'm a frequent flier, fresh off The Wire
I acquire paper empires, I just found a buyer
Ire, I think that's what they call
The feeling haters get when they see me on candy crawlin'
Back in Bar Harbor, I'm with the bosses, ballin' and shot callin'
The paper sprawlin' 'cause the hustle is important
Ask Grok and it'll tell you I'm 'kay
I create a way to fix mistakes and get to the stake
I just found a day-date I misplaced in '9-8
I was grindin' back in '88 when I was on rollerskates
Nowhere did I ever state a discount rate
In the estate, as I ideate a way to be great
Eventuality, but some call it fate
The way I operate the wheel and make heads oscillate
But wait, it's cold, and it ain't even winter yet
Floater's grill, 50K, far from a beginner's set
Dinner date in Bangladesh and breakfast back in Winnipeg
The only time I take time off is when I'm dead
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