Coming from the gutter be the brothers from the NRK set

My plane jet cup remain full, the earth decays I claim jewels

Fuck em up, Ruthless like in 97

Stupid nigga thought the k was plastic tragic happenings

Blasted with my niggas figures moving, bitches flock to our location tweets

The don spawn, from now until the second sun

Let it be known, the chrome decorate your home

With shells for the hell, world famous gold-plated

Oracles of tomorrow the flow poison like uma thurman and Kate Barlow

Car Roygbiv, maybe it's maybeline

Stickin with who came with me, this industry is wicked

And the streets vicious listen to them doves die

Demons in my head watch them skulls cry

Voices in my mental yelling die, fine wines

And fine dimes with fine rhimestones

I'm out your house with weapons drawn

Baguettes you less your chain withdrawn

So watch your step the halls are filled with booby traps nigga