Nahi pasand hai mujhe comparisons
Kyunki tere aur mere mein farak yahi hai ki I'll be controlling the narrative
Kyunki mujhe dar hai ki ek din shayad banunga mein ek embarrassment
Like saying I'm jay would be arrogant
Lekin nothing I say could be abhorrent
Swami's back and I'm ready to handle it
HAAN
HAAN
Smack White let's get it poppin
Hai vision locked so let's get it on with
Citimall finna sell tics for a show in Boston
Fir on stage sab milli rockin
Off stage, fendi I'm showing off with a
Ducati, motorcycle on the front seat and I'm revving on it
I know what you want, I know you living a lie
30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time
Don't know why you only frontin for style
You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly
I know what you want, I know you living a lie
30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time
Don't know why you only frontin for style
You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly
No cap, hu main Shawn Michaels type wala show stopper
Haan. Top class, lekin they sleep on me like I'm Dame Dolla
Haan. Two chains, lekin double Dutch so I'm yelling, go partner
Yeh bars hai crazy lekin bahar dekh kar Soham bola, go harder
Toh laga mujhe mein hu mad prophit kyunki I've been puching suckers
Woo, long robe so man's sexier than these pretty fuckers
Sheesh, tum sab low key are just hating on the God of thunder
So it's nine-inch nails in the eyelids, lose sight like I'm Stevie Wonder
Easter eggs like golden tickets milenge toh dikhega Willy Wonka
I'm a mind reader yaani jaanta hu har ek outcome jaise Mike Chioda
Trilingual, boutta add Spanish just for you idiotas
Fucking killed the beat, aur waqt hai resurrection ka so let me pass it over
Cody on the beat so it's not nice
Spinach in my wallet call me Popeye
I'll be lookin out for the termites
Swami Prophit Moses make it all right
Roll down the street while I'm looking so fancy
I'm writing hits like Clancy
GTA wheelies on the fuckin banshee
Michelin stars on my neck call me Ramsey
Click click click with the Kodak
911 where the hoes at
Drown in benjamins I'm swimming
Break it down bitch I'm winning
In the Q7, whip it right left
Dodging potholes it be like this
Fuck out my way cyclists, yeah
Head in the sky might just pull up a flight risk
I know what you want, I know you living a lie
30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time
Don't know why you only frontin for style
You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly
I know what you want, I know you living a lie
30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time
Don't know why you only frontin for style
You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly
Prophit came back like a bounce-back
Hopping on tracks with the muhfucking mandem
Scopin out fakes who obsessed with the racks and whip em with the lads in tandem
Take it back to the old days
Slangin the coke days
Pushin Ts get that payload
Crouching tiger with the hidden dragon
All Guns blazing when the day come
Hard bars so addictive your boy had to go to damn rehab
Tryna change the game
No need for fame
Open yo minds to that real rap
Citiwave the only way we fresher than greens from your grocer
Get that paring knife like Hannibal
Obtaining spleens you're the donor
Why you make me do all of the same things
I'm tired of wasting my time on lame flings
I'm boutta strap up cuz I know fame kills
I'm signin the checks cuz you got fake bills
Cody gonna play if the boys say so
I got cheddar on me bitch I'm dripping queso
Cashing in royalties gotta check the pesos
I've got the triple caution Samir will go slow