The Walls - Ivory Lyrics

I ain't even know I could write this much
This my heart part four

This that and the third
Sipping fifths
I'm on my no half-stepping shit
The king of petty
Drop a body for a pretty penny
I'll smoke em like a stogie
I'll smoke em like somebody pass the cannoli's
The Spanish Jesus
Still rocking T.V.T's adidas
My dogs took a bite out the side how poetic
These masked up bitches acting empathetic
The empty rhetoric
The petty sentimental
Bitches getting sent to the corner like Emmerich
I been a sick
Mother f*cker
Rhyme orgy never f*ck with the couplets
Bitches they coming in buckets
They ain't f*ck with the puppets
On they no Geppetto shit
I got my chin held high on my Leno shit
Or my stiletto shit

I'm rambling but lemme finish
I'm a gambit to the image
Stampede coming vintage
I got that ivory soul
Poachers they coming in droves
I come with a note
I'm the W-Hova
Split the C's
Non-believers doubling over
Double or nothing
With the tongue musket
I ain't bust quick
But I come critical
I got these birds in a plummet
Shit typical

Cali weather stay fly
I'm writing shit with a feather
I letter I stay king
Making history
And when I'm gone
Feeling wrong like some missing teeth
I almost dropped the pen
I traded friends for the paper
They did the same in a different context
I guess that I'm blessed
I never grew with the snakes
They blew what it takes
Who knew that I'd be speeding no brakes
Since my 9-5
I've been writing like I'm bound to die
100 k characters
I'm tryna get the 100k carats
Like a gun to yo register
Dreams of stadiums
I'm the means to the end of an era
Like the phoenix from the ashes bouta flare up