[Prod. HDK]

[Verse 1: Awon]

Exquisite rhymes like dimes

In the nick of time

To save the sublime

From suicide of the dumb mind

I'm wild ill with it

Champions will to win

That explains a heroes reign

When I kill the pen

Cup filled with hen

I begin mixing special herbs

Cooking up witches brew

Eating stew you ain't never heard

Black truffle soup with bean curd

Roots be gourmet

Eat emcees like cannabis

Green tea sorbet

Born in BK

You can have these rhymes your way

Tape CD, MP3, or vinyl okay

Clubbing with the craft beer can

Keep the Rosey

Pounds of the snow crab legs

Extra old bay

I never rock obey

Won't shop at Zumies

Unless it's for my kids

Rock that Hermes

And Gucci from canal

Street nigga style

Beard like I growl

PayPal fat who gives a hoot

Like an owl

Wow, I'm on this joint cold murder

Like I got the munchies

And the wife cooked turkey burgers

Yall money ain't good

Yall serving undercover

Yall paying child support

Cause you ain't rocking rubbers

Sometimes I wonder

When will the world discover

I'm the realest muthafucka

You ain't heard this in a minute

Slang Supasola

Style extra vintage

Two seconds on the clock

Like Lebron I'm a win it

[Verse 2: Dephlow]

Just to finish your verse

It's not enough for me

It's not about fitting the image

Or the luxury

It's not about fitting a Tom Ford tux

For me

You ain't even got to spend a buck

With me to fuck with me

It's more about the loyalty and love

With me

For all those who stuck with me

And write bars because of me

If it wasn't me the pardon my fans

The flow is Jacobi Jones

It just fall in my hands

And if it goes without saying

It's just part of the plan

I shouldn't have to explain

What you all understanding

My last 20 Dollars

I invest in a gram

I guess the pressure of the stress

Is a test of a man

So my first touch

Was like molly on my first fuck

Probably while my problems

Follow me while I'm worked up

Always turnt up

That raw paper get burnt up

I flow like I'm shermed up