Ohh Wrekonize

[Hook]
Get your money, get your mind right
I say what's real, fuck that limelight
All these haters, they don't want it
All these haters, know I'm on it
And I got 'em like ay ohh
And now they like ohh
And I got 'em like ay ohh
And now they like ohh


[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
I walk around this little city getting busy out [bed rock]?
Miami Dade menace bringing records to death stock
They looking at the majors where Wrek spot
I rat' 'em all flesh rot
Than try to take a sip from that cess pot
My arsenal is loaded I'm a British Willy Wallace
Beats my battlefield you'll have to kneel to peel me off it
I hear 'em in the corner on that gossip
Like if he's really got it
I tune 'em out to be completely honest
I crack throttle
Living inside a life size Jack bottle
Grand piano laying on a fucking black model
Rappers are trash bluffing when they sucking pen swallow
Keep your advance on my avalanche you [in Taho]?
I fly by sky sipping Absinthe
Bitch ring around the phony when you know we kicking has beens
Singing to a Holy Ghost they won't be only advents
So you and all your homies keep your poemies in the trash bin