Letras
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Hey, y'all, pass the baton, my nigga
Yeah Olympic gold medalist Nirm Catechistic catalyst
I'm for the change niggas bad at this
Hazardous throwing numbers like an Abacus
Do some savage shit cause I need cream like a salad dish
Queen phil wise man before when the rise and it's no surprising
The fool switch my demise in state the visin man plants capitalize in
Welcome to the shine of my nigga respect the fly shit
Professional niggas pussy nah, y'all vaginal, you casual
While everything I drop is exceptional
Ball festival street saying I'm the next to blow
Slashing thoughts if you wanted you could come and test the go
Keep the heater underneath the sweater when I pose
Cause streets go but that's the life of choice
Aura too bright when I walk past bitches froze
Pawns bless me with that detroit this shit nigga is gold
I got a mirror in Leon
I got an ear full of demons
I got a brother that's missing
I got a hold that won't lift from Olympic
Gold foe and let a king go on living
Pity the fool fatigue pants like mister T
I'm obscene obsidian, her rock jewels, diamonds on my neck
Dazz effects timberlands these bitches want effects
Affection I ain't flexing, my schedule ain't flexible
I'm being lenient lean was never my thing
I be around, but I'm cell obscene
Split your wig got the shin dig, you dig
Nigga kid, nigga kid, nigga kid TCP, TCP, TCP, TCP
I got a mirror in Leon
I got an ear full of demons
I got a brother that's missing
I got a hold that won't lift from Olympic
Gold foe and let a king go on living
Hey, y'all cool, calm collect dual bras to sex
New cars and jets I don't need arms to flex
Muscle for the Moolah the metals cluttered the mantle
The crown on my Medulla, way more than you can handle
Heavy mental assemble my ensemble for the temple
This is Ken Paul straight out the monastery
Rap temple talk, 24 carats
The image of the gods we inherit
Was worthy of a solid gold merit
Jewelry dripping on my clothes
We sipping on the rolls celebrating the legacy
We giving to the globe set a world record
The champ rolls from the wreckage with a old message
From the scrolls hitting lessons, play the Patio
Poker face pirate bitch tally hold my text keep a sidekick Criz Calico
The music sounds strange, the usage of the slang
The intricate Olympian, I'm used to running games
Stop playing, stop playing
I got a mirror in Leon
I got an ear full of demons
I got a brother that's missing
I got a hold that won't lift from Olympic
Gold foe and let a king go on living