MFs think they bring DOOM, that's all cap
I leave rooms with a clawed back that's all facts
My cheese blue and they all rats
I been knew that my straw stacked
My gene pool like the top caste
Brahman, jewels dropping from my noodle
They tryna checking me like a to do thats cuckoo
They get clocked now they seeing tweedie circling their booboo
Face sprayed like graffiti
My right fist Basquiat
Left hand Banksy
Loved by the youth. Old heads can't stand me
Wanna abort my path, move forward with Plan B
If I wait my funds won't go where they can be
I'm here to destroy New York... Sandy
Make that new flow antique
Get that two door fancy
You and ya team could get raided like the pantry
You're getting nominated to get snubbed like the Grammys
Now you're dancing like a fork in the socket
I know that it's shocking that I flow in the pocket
So well when my skin tone is so blinding
I guess I learned soul from the roads that I'm winding
Fall back on your fall back
I'm seeing through ya act you ain't getting no call back
You're sticking out like that logo on ya ball cap
Im Supreme, y'all BOGO you can't box me in
I thought fashion was unique? Y'all just Rocky's twins
Y'all copy him. All these trends it's obvious
All these kids is awkward and want they clothes to talk for em
I'll lay down chalk for them
Cause my looks kill like medusa
No Versace on me
I rock puma, but my pockets bulky
Moola make her wanna do the Kama Sutra
Hulk me, rip my shirt off like Buddha
But who'da thought I get so crazy so luda-
Cris move the bitch out the way to take the view in
I been spewing too long I'm feeling nauseous
I think need a partner
I'll take this shit from here and wish 'em dearest
I'm on their list of fears and wished appearance
Lotta blue and gold, in all reports of how my fiscal year is
Donny boxing rappers in like Christmas near, and
Shawty like "relax and kiss your lover"
So I turned around and kissed the mirror (mwah!)
F*ck the Feragammo, last season's wear Milano backstreets
Catch me during tax season monogram the luggage
Reading "bad", with the carry on packed with mad reefer
Rappers all caps, And it never work like a bad keyboard
Like a bad keyboard! (HAHAHA)
2 seater getaway
Too deep and ahead & they
Lose sleep, when my pen and the
Loose leaf come together, and it's
Flu season my shot up and-
Oopsies it's wet again
This rap embedded since mama lived in the tenement
Roaches sharing the bed again
Holes and mold on the bread and when
I was 10 with a cigarette
Mama raised me a gentlemen
Tellin' me: "let em live"
I can't give em another entering
Better I cerebellum-ly bend em
On this adrenaline
You can't stop it
Vials of they blood up in my pant pocket
And college should teach my stanzas
As advanced topics
She in a trance off the damn crop
I told her that her chance flopped
Once she started f*cking with my brand optics
Wrong move-
Big dog with the bark and bite
Roll the red carpet out
The last known archetype
Bitch can't ghost me, I'm poltergeist
And yet I never felt more alive
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MFs think they bring DOOM, that's all cap
I leave rooms with a clawed back that's all facts
My cheese blue and they all rats
I been knew that my straw stacked
My gene pool like the top caste
Brahman, jewels dropping from my noodle
They tryna checking me like a to do thats cuckoo
They get clocked now they seeing tweedie circling their booboo
Face sprayed like graffiti
My right fist Basquiat
Left hand Banksy
Loved by the youth. Old heads can't stand me
Wanna abort my path, move forward with Plan B
If I wait my funds won't go where they can be
I'm here to destroy New York... Sandy
Make that new flow antique
Get that two door fancy
You and ya team could get raided like the pantry
You're getting nominated to get snubbed like the Grammys
Now you're dancing like a fork in the socket
I know that it's shocking that I flow in the pocket
So well when my skin tone is so blinding
I guess I learned soul from the roads that I'm winding
Fall back on your fall back
I'm seeing through ya act you ain't getting no call back
You're sticking out like that logo on ya ball cap
Im Supreme, y'all BOGO you can't box me in
I thought fashion was unique? Y'all just Rocky's twins
Y'all copy him. All these trends it's obvious
All these kids is awkward and want they clothes to talk for em
I'll lay down chalk for them
Cause my looks kill like medusa
No Versace on me
I rock puma, but my pockets bulky
Moola make her wanna do the Kama Sutra
Hulk me, rip my shirt off like Buddha
But who'da thought I get so crazy so luda-
Cris move the bitch out the way to take the view in
I been spewing too long I'm feeling nauseous
I think need a partner
I'll take this shit from here and wish 'em dearest
I'm on their list of fears and wished appearance
Lotta blue and gold, in all reports of how my fiscal year is
Donny boxing rappers in like Christmas near, and
Shawty like "relax and kiss your lover"
So I turned around and kissed the mirror (mwah!)
F*ck the Feragammo, last season's wear Milano backstreets
Catch me during tax season monogram the luggage
Reading "bad", with the carry on packed with mad reefer
Rappers all caps, And it never work like a bad keyboard
Like a bad keyboard! (HAHAHA)
2 seater getaway
Too deep and ahead & they
Lose sleep, when my pen and the
Loose leaf come together, and it's
Flu season my shot up and-
Oopsies it's wet again
This rap embedded since mama lived in the tenement
Roaches sharing the bed again
Holes and mold on the bread and when
I was 10 with a cigarette
Mama raised me a gentlemen
Tellin' me: "let em live"
I can't give em another entering
Better I cerebellum-ly bend em
On this adrenaline
You can't stop it
Vials of they blood up in my pant pocket
And college should teach my stanzas
As advanced topics
She in a trance off the damn crop
I told her that her chance flopped
Once she started f*cking with my brand optics
Wrong move-
Big dog with the bark and bite
Roll the red carpet out
The last known archetype
Bitch can't ghost me, I'm poltergeist
And yet I never felt more alive
I leave rooms with a clawed back that's all facts
My cheese blue and they all rats
I been knew that my straw stacked
My gene pool like the top caste
Brahman, jewels dropping from my noodle
They tryna checking me like a to do thats cuckoo
They get clocked now they seeing tweedie circling their booboo
Face sprayed like graffiti
My right fist Basquiat
Left hand Banksy
Loved by the youth. Old heads can't stand me
Wanna abort my path, move forward with Plan B
If I wait my funds won't go where they can be
I'm here to destroy New York... Sandy
Make that new flow antique
Get that two door fancy
You and ya team could get raided like the pantry
You're getting nominated to get snubbed like the Grammys
Now you're dancing like a fork in the socket
I know that it's shocking that I flow in the pocket
So well when my skin tone is so blinding
I guess I learned soul from the roads that I'm winding
Fall back on your fall back
I'm seeing through ya act you ain't getting no call back
You're sticking out like that logo on ya ball cap
Im Supreme, y'all BOGO you can't box me in
I thought fashion was unique? Y'all just Rocky's twins
Y'all copy him. All these trends it's obvious
All these kids is awkward and want they clothes to talk for em
I'll lay down chalk for them
Cause my looks kill like medusa
No Versace on me
I rock puma, but my pockets bulky
Moola make her wanna do the Kama Sutra
Hulk me, rip my shirt off like Buddha
But who'da thought I get so crazy so luda-
Cris move the bitch out the way to take the view in
I been spewing too long I'm feeling nauseous
I think need a partner
I'll take this shit from here and wish 'em dearest
I'm on their list of fears and wished appearance
Lotta blue and gold, in all reports of how my fiscal year is
Donny boxing rappers in like Christmas near, and
Shawty like "relax and kiss your lover"
So I turned around and kissed the mirror (mwah!)
F*ck the Feragammo, last season's wear Milano backstreets
Catch me during tax season monogram the luggage
Reading "bad", with the carry on packed with mad reefer
Rappers all caps, And it never work like a bad keyboard
Like a bad keyboard! (HAHAHA)
2 seater getaway
Too deep and ahead & they
Lose sleep, when my pen and the
Loose leaf come together, and it's
Flu season my shot up and-
Oopsies it's wet again
This rap embedded since mama lived in the tenement
Roaches sharing the bed again
Holes and mold on the bread and when
I was 10 with a cigarette
Mama raised me a gentlemen
Tellin' me: "let em live"
I can't give em another entering
Better I cerebellum-ly bend em
On this adrenaline
You can't stop it
Vials of they blood up in my pant pocket
And college should teach my stanzas
As advanced topics
She in a trance off the damn crop
I told her that her chance flopped
Once she started f*cking with my brand optics
Wrong move-
Big dog with the bark and bite
Roll the red carpet out
The last known archetype
Bitch can't ghost me, I'm poltergeist
And yet I never felt more alive
Writer: Brandon Diaz, David Mardakhayev
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid