You see me shine Purely profit, no money laundering I'm with your honey fondeling her bottom, You a bottom feeder I'm hard to please 'til the bottle empty, I bought a liter Shorties singing songs in my ear, but it's clear it's not Aaliyah (not even close) And you could dust it off and try again Y'all fuckin soft, Don't get defiant tryna try my pen My style is one of one, You tired minds applying trends Your engineer is garbage, give him problems tryna find the stems Got rhinestones on the lions den I grind and spend, You see the science lying on my neck I make the iron bend, Elements and divided friends I put the rest to sleep Don't go test the heat like a Fireman The iron in my pants, Heavy hand like a frying pan Bad times inspire these grams to supply 'em hand to hand Banana tan leather seats in the bimmer, Clever schemes I conceive 'em She say she love me, but I ain't never seen her And Sko the illest, I run the floor like it's no position Could save your ashes, might peel your skin just to roll the spliff in Been leavin spirits in the wind to keep my soul sufficient Critics know the name, Still ain't got no taste like a covid symptom The kid got older wisdom, Twisting the odor in the solar system Left some giant shoes you ain't suppose to fit 'em Was prone to mischief growing up thought I was tommy brown With a Tommy gun and Carthart denim how I walk around Still be crazy seeing bodies with the chalk around it My town is all Dominicanos on the block with ounces Outside with lawn chairs rockin Armani exchange And fuck a watch cuz I'd rather have an arm full of chains Harmful to say my elbows heavier than Ron Artest I'm Playing street ball, so tell your OG I got next The heat warm, My piece draw, Your head redder than Molly Ringwald They ain't know what I seen lord, Straight led like the sink water Took a corner 3 for the lead on em Shot him in front of the playground, we got em see-sawing Now he on the ground bleeding out until he release carbon The mink on em, Cover the knock in the wintertime Black Tracksuit, We ain't playing soccer just kicking rhymes Flowin on stages in new locations with different times Split your mind, I'll leave your brain and the pavement intertwined I ain't save the day, only safe to say in the nick of time Still hit the Ave when I'm broke just to cop a nick or dime Could never set me up imma get my nut if the bitch is fine (Haha) Sportin enormous Gold Fillings This cold grill and the flow spilling like it's no ceilings A cult classic occur with the most villains Contracts with my name from these labels all bold printed I'm Uptown, 'til the dope pitchers got no buisness Fuck around and Hear the gun sound from a close distance Still don't listen to advice from you bums I'm Bourdain on the note page, Slicing my thumb You clearly never explored taste, Stay right where you from Man fuck these Internet rappers who rather type that they tough, I'm out