Released on October 7, 2017

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[Intro]

Yo, yo

All that bullshit

Don't ask me shit, pass me shit


[Verse 1]

In this Ralph shit galloping, spit the pathogen

Establishment if we talking about adding I'm adamant

Sometimes I get erratic and [?]

They ain't having it

You joke then get a smile on your abdomen

Now you fat again

I played the cabinet

Quarter pound on average for the sacrament

Addicts had to have it now their brain's gelatinous

Stack the cabbage I ain't no rapper that's bitter

Them tight shirts and leather joggers just don't flatter your figure

(They don't)

Fuck a bucket tell bottle service to bring a hearse

You dudes Chipotle I never want to sing a verse

This for monsters in the bing, berserk slinging dirt

You used to be police like Sting at first

And yo

My uncle looked for the remedy

Now I'm left with these memories

Powder on his face wasn't from [?]

Plenty of seventies tendencies

Now I deal with amenities

Just landed in Kennedy with the child of an enemy

Whoah


[Verse 2]

You know what time it is

Yeah

Ey yo

Ey yo

Clouds collapse [?]

[?] and all that

Return of the mack

[?] burning all the pack

Murder the mic

You deserve to be slapped

I’m earning my stripes

Nike lab the guy that collar

Deep in my bag

In the Caribbeans eating crab

Counting [?]

Dumbing out

Dump a dozen in your bucket while the sun is out

Just for running your mouth

Cutting coke like corners

Cash crops sprout up on us, clout

Knock you out across your house

Fetti steady grows [?] from Mexico

You got shooters from Santo Domingo that will play me for singles

Cancel your life and I shine like amethyst in the light

You [?]

Demanded the loot

Fire on fanatic bullet proof many coupe


[?]

Remove your roof when I palm the magic

All that matters my pockets frolic and dollars stacking


[Verse 3]

Yeah, yeah

I threw a jab through your guard

Had beef with a snob

Catch two under gob now they pray to God

A liar and a thief

His antic had him thinking he was gigantic

Childish bandits shrank him down to size

And a five wrapped in ix

Twin chrome blicks

His daughter had a fed

Sent him home with a face lift and a space ship

My hard bottom shooter was had

Stepped in damn-near dead

Like eights spliffs, I deadlift

Expressing, the booths my adrenaline

To pass the beat I sprinkle on the cinnamon

To center my sentiments see in eminence

A ton of Benjamin's in rubber bands

Too much to fit into hands

The butter soft as tan I had to cut it up more

Friends become the uproar, we killing them

Sunken melanin

Brain gelatin

He skinny like a skeleton

If it ain't but I don't touch, there's no such

I cobra cloth the dumb fuck

What


[Verse 4]

Yo

Stack cabbage like [?] or papoosas


[?]

Cruelty free vegans buddhas

Cause we breeding finding Puerto Rican roosters

Son I rep the deli we some Brewsters

I'm telling these producers stop wasting my time

I'm not wasting my rhymes on y'all yellow bellow music

Fuck selling me excuses, either do it or don’t

You gotta pay the tax if you not moving no dope

It ain't conducive to growth

Its beneficial for you

But I'll be taking a loss

If it don’t fit what I do

You see the issue is revenue, it's presence or its absence

I resort to savage methods to stack heads of cabbage

Hard sell

Lift the barbel like Rick Martel

Hit your cartel before I dipped, dipped an RL

Took a trip to Carmel up in Monterey Bay

I want the pay day 'cause the Gods yay is grade A