Pub Sub BLP KOSHER

[Chorus]
I had a clipped wing, but I've been airborne since I came out the chrysalis
Smith and Wesson in my syllabus
Trigger finger, this bitch ticklish
Fifty ball in my pants, and the book of Leviticus
At the Chanel store on the west coast, my pockets ridiculous
Probably got enough money on my head, I could use that to be on a buyers list
'Cause I keep it P but I'm movin' in silence, this shit off the dome like Psoriasis
I be standing on so much business, I'ma need to see a podiatrist
And I stay near that pole, I'm a carrier, fuck it, I'll never go wireless

[Verse 1]
I got a special K, no ketamine
I'm at the club sober, sipping grenadine
Same jits hating since I was hating seventeen
I keep a drac', got a lot of enemies
And I'm smoking all kind of of supremacy
I don't sip Hennessy
I wipe his nose the first time they gave Ben a drill
I get up in front of that mic a lot
You internet beef, I don't type a lot
They know Kosher, I'm good in the hood
But I don't ever be on writers block
I'ma swing the stick, I was once batter
Cracked the ball, I'm a one hatter
On my grind like Arto, I'm not Saari
I'm totin' that metal, them boys lacquer
I was with Bernstein at the Dutch pot
My money Irish like Buckshot
Bad bitch with a muffin top
She grab on my dick like a mutton chop
Me and Jew was scammin' Grubhub
I'm a Jew but it's one love
Still catch your ass lacking in public
Come to Florida, grab a pub sub