[Verse 1]
Speaking of the devil
I feel the spirits make me mellow
Jaundice Khalifa, my style's black and yellow
Cadence is catered, yours is section 8, ghetto
Let's get it straight, I'm tryna push the same pedal we're moving
I'm just trying to keep from falling on the track wrong
And for your amusement, I'll be seducing your black swan
I won't be breathing long enough for me to stack bonds
Live fast, die young and drink until the Jack's gone
I make music for the fuck of it
Ever see a dollar I'll consider that some lucky shit
This ain't '93 bitch labels are bombin'
And I'm Tyler Durden stacking soap bars in my apartment
They throw genres and sub genres honestly
These dumb lamas obviously ain't born to honor the future
It's a lot if we gamble it up and possibly amateur luck will probably spot ya
Well probably..
I speak in code hoe, kick some kinda cryptic
And my laundry often has the fresh smell of natural mystic
I walk Miami like I own this mo-fucka
That's a joke my little brother but don't take me for no sucka
See cause momma ain't raise no fool
I may just chase my dreams but I still make sure my plate's full of food
And I suggest you chill and wait for the news
Cause I'll be god damned if I'm slammed for the faith of the few
Speaking of the devil
I feel the spirits make me mellow
Jaundice Khalifa, my style's black and yellow
Cadence is catered, yours is section 8, ghetto
Let's get it straight, I'm tryna push the same pedal we're moving
I'm just trying to keep from falling on the track wrong
And for your amusement, I'll be seducing your black swan
I won't be breathing long enough for me to stack bonds
Live fast, die young and drink until the Jack's gone
I make music for the fuck of it
Ever see a dollar I'll consider that some lucky shit
This ain't '93 bitch labels are bombin'
And I'm Tyler Durden stacking soap bars in my apartment
They throw genres and sub genres honestly
These dumb lamas obviously ain't born to honor the future
It's a lot if we gamble it up and possibly amateur luck will probably spot ya
Well probably..
I speak in code hoe, kick some kinda cryptic
And my laundry often has the fresh smell of natural mystic
I walk Miami like I own this mo-fucka
That's a joke my little brother but don't take me for no sucka
See cause momma ain't raise no fool
I may just chase my dreams but I still make sure my plate's full of food
And I suggest you chill and wait for the news
Cause I'll be god damned if I'm slammed for the faith of the few
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