Letras
All money in, that's the blueprint
All black, everything in blue tint
Swerving in the lane, I do 210
Watch me beat a cop, that's for Rodney King
Disco Dash the wave-god
Hair look like hey-yah
I'm tryna stack three stacks
Every day and pop a lace bra
Shorty said... look, my friend tryna see ya
Poseidon
I'm sliding
Like I just slid my visa
Like vending machines I was tryna put some cents (sense) in ya
Don't talk to me bout high fashion Tabitha
When Fendi got they logo out of Kinshasa
Can't copy my flow cause my pen like Peninsula
I'm fly enough to dap a cloud from my window seat
I'm high enough no Google Earth for me to see the sea
Paint the city red like back when P was pushing Tees
Showed my hood how to silk screen, how to print on Tees
So don fake like you gang here they'll print you on Tees
Might brush you off this earth
You know that brush came from Curry's
That's that 30 piece
Casket look like dri-fit You tryna squeeze in these
We call that defeat
When underarm (under armour) and under feet
My broughtupsy ain't different
Don't you come in here with dirty feet
The autopsy ain't different
It's just always them but never me
When I rhyme it's chalk lines, graffiti
Or calligraphy
That is prophecy
You know the earth shall inherit thee
Tryna get this bread
But these haters must be gluten free
Product of the Congo war
I wanna see my people free
Leopard of the land, mm-hmm
Now you met the Chief
Ride like it's Cherokee (Jeep)
X-L-R-8 (Accelerate) got dirty keys
Don't make me add a drum
Bitch I murder beats (murda beatz)
My lines be divine
Like I shoulda, woulda served a priest
Rest in peace, Patrice
Since Lumumba speaks through me
Congo finna know I'm him (hymn)
Like I'm Psalms 23
23, 23, 23, 23, 23
Congo Boy