I found a trillion dollars worth a product
Got it off Muhammad for the price of powder
Breaded, Momus aesthetic
My module for bread'll call for a beheading
Ya momma won't know where your mind'll be heading
The lines'll be deadly, the talk'll be deaded
No question my boys is indebted
So if you invested you should come to we (Come to we)
Nigga I ain't worried bout nothin
Don't f*ck wit assumptions
Bein this high prestige
Them niggas look like bums to me
No bump for me, I sit unpleased
Halt the press, stop the mess
Protect ya neck, and toke for stress
F*ck the world, control ya stroke and bust a load upon its chest
Overdose when in the sesh
No chat for niggas who cap
The squad'll dispatch that work in the back
$lob up at bat, it's outta the park
Flex till you sore, but sure can't purchase ya heart
When gang on the block the serpants depart
We only focused bout makin that mark
When the brass ring was in my grasp I decided to grab the gas
Now the shit be such a norm I don't even so much as gasp
Egad...
They flappin they lips, ain't talkin bout shit
No corners get cut, in the cut wit my bitch
Yo chap, let em know where we at wit this shit
Flow in raincoats, chasin bankrolls
Fresh as bankroll, fresh set of strikes on the record,
Can't beat him
But only in case, best be keepin a base load
Stayin wit pesos, strokin ya ego
Seein where we go