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She said, "King Gishi, you different, your vibe ain't cheap"
Told her I talk in silk; I come from streets
Now, it's penthouse views when I rise from sleep
With a brown one twisted, my name in chic
Used to dream 'bout notes; now I bathe in them
Got my ex on read; now I'm eating DMs
I don't chase no gyal; I just pray and pen
They chase me now 'cause the aura's ten
Grew from the ground, no label advance
Made ten bags clean off the strength of a stance
Man talk 'bout style; I just glide and glance
Wrist go frost, but the heart's on dance, yeah-yeah
Back then, gyals said I move too cold
Now I slide through silk and Chanel 4-4
Got a sweet one, Spanish curve like O
She don't speak much, just knows how to hold
I ain't here for the games; this ain't EA Sports
She get brain like she studied at Cora
Bedroom mad, like we lost in Cora
I beat then dash like I'm Duncan Rambo Ward
Money talks fluent, the grammar's elite
You can tell by the cut that I earn while I sleep
Tailor talk when I walk on beats
Got the brands on hush, but my scent still speaks
She likes the vibe; it's icy clean
Slide into life like I slide on beats
Don't do broke or basic schemes
Just big boy wins and designer dreams
Told her I don't talk much, baby; I show
Move too grown, can't flex too low
Wrist too sharp; got the room on froze
And my name rings bells like I blocked postcodes
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Yeah, la-da
Man said I changed; I was meant to flex
How you still broke with a thousand texts?
Gyal see the name on the link for sex
But I vet that vibe like a fraud detect
Got a slim one, geeky, real low-key
When she arch that back, man recite poetry
Then I got one baddie with a face like V
She don't know drill, but she know about me
I made stacks from the pen; now I drip in Zen
Used to hit Mullies; now it's Mayfair Wen
No fake designer, this ain't pretend
Now, I rock less logos and I'm rich with sense
Now, they ask what I do, I reply with a smirk
I just speak my truth, make the pain sound worth
I got gyals stand by, brands on alert
And my line still pop like a trap with merch
I don't need rizz; I am rizz in flesh
Smooth with the tone and the London depth
She said I talk like I undress stress
I said love is the trauma that made this flex
Can't beef no man who ain't seen this height
Grew through the dark; now my chains go light
Grew through loss; now I win on sight
And I still touch mic like I'm born to write
She likes the vibe; it's icy clean
Slide into life like I slide on beats
Don't do broke or basic schemes
Just big boy wins and designer dreams
Told her I don't talk much, baby; I show
Move too grown, can't flex too low
Wrist too sharp; got the room on froze
And my name ring bells like I blocked postcodes
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da, da-da