[Verse 1]

Streets disciple thoughts are mega trifle

Standing taller than the Eiffel the fittest of survival

Fresh cut F.I.L.A sneaks appearing in bleeps for weeks

Sporting gold chains punchlines viral to the brain

I shall remain as a master the last chapter

Get prepared for the microphone rapture

Monotone voice beatbox satisfied as profound choice

Can't knock my rhyme alongside partner in crime

Drop gems as a specialist literature designed lyracist

Blunts blazed dimes grazed solo tip getting hella paid

The slogan over flowing with a nuclear motion

Contract signed as promotion closure when im coasting

Internationally known full blown on the throne

Diamonds and fludded stones no clones

Flesh and bone hitting home the tablet fluid is strong