Beat - MellowHype

You gotta be present for the moment of momentum

Kill a coward with my lyric, the murder is cobra venom

I’m hurdling further engines, running through an entrance

Such a resemblance in the mirror, I see a blemish

The chemist, I am with dentist, six senses

As of now, life is tennis at Venice, such a breeze I can feel it

Rolling up my sleeves, put a little hash in it

Exceeding cash limits, if you got it ain’t a bad image

I play the ball mothafucka, not half a scrimmage

Your gimmicks just mimic cause you do not have an image

I’m sixty seconds past the minute

Cabbage lettuce, cash is fetish and me?

I’m grabbing spinach, yeah

Heard about a nigga rapping?

Yeah, that’s just one of my bitches

I’m selling weed here trapping, that’s just one of my bitches

Clientele paying taxes, that’s how I’m running my business

Stay the fuck off of my mattress, they sleeping on us niggas

Got my own flow

Spend my own dough, drive my own car, fucking grown hoes

Thirty-four old, birdie plural, at my door no cheese DiGiorno

Vulnerable, shoot a porno, losing wardrobe, your body full clothes

When the doors closed, the mask of zoro, has to more though

A comedy, I’m sick I’ll probably suffocate from all of them vomiting

Fuck commenting, I’m committing, taking off, rocketing while I’m profit

Pocketing, hommaging, sock 'em bop 'em, king, not fosters out the ring

Boom bada bing, I gotta sing, you should fucking honor me

All these collard greens, dollar greens

Presidents holla scream, prophecies

Roll up and watch the leaves, germinate, regurgitate

First you like it then you love it, third is hate