Is it? Yeah
I'm out of cooking today you know G
Listen. Fucking Bugzy Malone
You know? And this won't make it maintain it
My pen game is stainless I emptied the cartridge
The shells are no strangers My wages were paid in
From faithless to biblical Diamonds, contagious
When a real one from the streets goes through peddling flavours
Then how'd he get so famous? I salute papers
Stayed away from majors This shit ain't for sale
Fuck the sharks I deploy my harp in their faces
Highs and the lows I took blood from a stone
Built a blueprint but there's no colour on independence
Fresh off the roads every story I wrote is like a movie
Too many syllables In my sentence In A&E I tore the wires off I needed vengeance
My enemies I left them kneeling praying for repentance
I was revving my engine looking for attention
Lamborghini dreaming I'm a city on the fence
And now you're listening To a chosen one
No point pretending I was holding on to my sanity
Damn, I needed cleansing when the devil wants your soul
Them infiltrators get sent in I'm crying to the lord
You're begging him for redemption
I got tears down my face, blood on my shirt
They're disappointed cause there's still an empty casket in that hearse
And I think fame and fortune is a gift and a curse
But this is fortune over fame finance is first
Man come up at me feeling like I'm Moses when he's parting the sea
I think I'm Moses of Tomah I just put man to sleep
And this is not for the weak and you just know you're built different
When you see getting money like it's hide and go seek
And when you climb to the peak
You don't need an introduction it becomes synonymous
This is like Pablo and Keys, Rocky and Creed, Superman and Christopher Reeves
Now you've got me in my zone let me breathe
Because I'm about to enter the dragon like a young Bruce Lee
Caught this fire that I'm breathing is a thousand degrees
You better keep the noise down While the giant's asleep
Cause if it wakes up I swear it's the return of the beast
And this is timeless music when I'm dead and I'm gone
I bet you make it, maintain it, still putting mine on
Trust me you don't need no flowers. When you know what you want
I'm trying to go down in history where I really belong
And this one make it, maintain it, my pen game is dangerous
I float like a butterfly, sting like a blade does
Those star wars I used to play with them Lightsabres
Turn up in an outfit, blacker than Darth Vader's
I could keep on going this flow is just outrageous
Throw it with the poetry like I'm Marcus Aurelius
Who flew seven days of the week, that's a great day
And that's how you make it
To maintain you have to let go of them friends
That say they wanna see you win while stabbing holes in your boat
Cause they wanna see you sink
I just tell them not to blink
Cause all I need's a minute
Once I figure out their style
I just clip them on their chin
I really could've been a fighter
Could've been a gangster
Could've been a robber taking money from a banker
Anger management it really couldn't contain my anger
There's electric in the air when I'm spitting like I'm Blanka
Charizard season I started a charm
And they hear me stepping it up all the time Like a tap dancer
You seen Kill Bill, rappers they call me the Black Mamba
I spit cinematic I'm like Tarantino With the camera
This is timeless music when I'm done with the game
I bet you make it, maintain it, still stuck in their brain
Trust me you don't need gas when you're born with a flame
They teach us how to get rich but never how to maintain
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