[Intro: Sule]
Uh
Yo, Nyckles, every time you send some shit, I swear to god this shit is heat
I told my nigga Benny “You give a nigga like me the opportunity you already know where I’ma take it,” you heard?
[Verse 1: Sule]
I told myself that I’d become a millionaire when I was in the 2nd grade
Refuse to be a retrograde
They said that it was hard to see my vision, they was pepper sprayed
We hit the jeweler, let the nеw chain dance
My niggas feelin’ like the Wu-Tang Clan
You see thе Ghostface up on the Royce, it’s ODB, so stay calm
Masta Killa microphone, what I’m spittin’ is napalm (Facts)
Take a shot at U-God, my delivery stays strong
Need the Method? I’m the one that could chef it like Raekwon, nigga (Woo)
Witnessin’ this type of sight and it’s scary
You’re selling your soul for Instagram likes and Amiris (What?)
If we initiate the hit guarantee that you fall tonight
Spray the Draco all in his face like Charleston White, nigga
Sunny weather, got my shades on (What?)
Nigga sayin’ “Welcome back,” had to get my Mase on (What else?)
Bitch, I found my calling in the booth, that’s a payphone
Hold up, wait (Run that shit back, Sule)
They lyin’ in their rapper songs, feelin’ like graduation and get their cappin’ on (What else?)
They scrutinize so they watch like kid like a chaperone (What else?)
Your bitch up in this new Mercedes givin’ massive dome (What else?)
I press a button, she gon’ blow it like a saxophone (Ha)
They always tell me keep my enemies close
The ones you breakin’ bread with’ll come and hit you with toast
Give you the scope, you starin’ at the Grim Reaper
‘Cause Rico killed Mitch and if you a bitch, well, Tasha killed ‘Keisha
Posted in Brooklyn with the Wu like I was GZA and RZA
Get sent and delivered, they label me the pick of the litter
Introduce me as the GOAT of this shit ‘cause I’m via next
From Buffalo to Jersey, my nigga, it’s BSF
Uh
Yo, Nyckles, every time you send some shit, I swear to god this shit is heat
I told my nigga Benny “You give a nigga like me the opportunity you already know where I’ma take it,” you heard?
[Verse 1: Sule]
I told myself that I’d become a millionaire when I was in the 2nd grade
Refuse to be a retrograde
They said that it was hard to see my vision, they was pepper sprayed
We hit the jeweler, let the nеw chain dance
My niggas feelin’ like the Wu-Tang Clan
You see thе Ghostface up on the Royce, it’s ODB, so stay calm
Masta Killa microphone, what I’m spittin’ is napalm (Facts)
Take a shot at U-God, my delivery stays strong
Need the Method? I’m the one that could chef it like Raekwon, nigga (Woo)
Witnessin’ this type of sight and it’s scary
You’re selling your soul for Instagram likes and Amiris (What?)
If we initiate the hit guarantee that you fall tonight
Spray the Draco all in his face like Charleston White, nigga
Sunny weather, got my shades on (What?)
Nigga sayin’ “Welcome back,” had to get my Mase on (What else?)
Bitch, I found my calling in the booth, that’s a payphone
Hold up, wait (Run that shit back, Sule)
They lyin’ in their rapper songs, feelin’ like graduation and get their cappin’ on (What else?)
They scrutinize so they watch like kid like a chaperone (What else?)
Your bitch up in this new Mercedes givin’ massive dome (What else?)
I press a button, she gon’ blow it like a saxophone (Ha)
They always tell me keep my enemies close
The ones you breakin’ bread with’ll come and hit you with toast
Give you the scope, you starin’ at the Grim Reaper
‘Cause Rico killed Mitch and if you a bitch, well, Tasha killed ‘Keisha
Posted in Brooklyn with the Wu like I was GZA and RZA
Get sent and delivered, they label me the pick of the litter
Introduce me as the GOAT of this shit ‘cause I’m via next
From Buffalo to Jersey, my nigga, it’s BSF
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