Custom Made

[Chorus]
I-I-I put your favourite rapper to the test
Hit the ref with a chair, I'm still cookin' like a chef
You can smell death in the air (Death in the air)
Wildin' out for the fans, throw more weapons than hits
Scream "Woo" loud as I can, no one f'in' with Flair (Woo, f'in' with Flair)

[Interlude]
Diamond Dallas, nigga
Nobody Bleed Like
Yo Mallori, what's live? (You did it again, Mal)

[Chorus]
I put your favourite rapper to the test
Hit the ref with a chair, I'm still cookin' like a chef
You can smell death in the air (Death in the air)
Wildin' out for the fans, throw more weapons than hits
Scream "Woo" loud as I can, no one f'in' with Flair (F'in' with Flair)

[Verse 1]
I place the razor blade on my own flesh 'til it tear, yeah
The Babadook back, you niggas scared, that's the mission, hoe-rat
And all you wack niggas fear, audio-dope
Got you smokin' crack with your ears
Break the Pyrex, high-tech words, superb dialect
Curve haters niggas enthusiasm, who wanna try next?
When you start over producing, fans buy less
God bless, we now, we can do it big as a 5x
Diamonds and gold, he pushin' fly Lex on Jefferson Road
Paid in full, now what car you tryna buy next?
Penny for your thoughts, I gotta million-dollar mindset (Mindset)
Back-to-back drops, he might need a spine check
Dallas shootin' like he Jayson Tatum with the sidestep
Tote heavy arms big as Scott Steiner bicep
Villain on the mic, I plot terroristic concepts
Anytime you say my name they treat it like a bomb threat
Sold out everything, articles in Complex
I ain't tryna flex, I'm just keepin' it real
Mac pokin' out the back, it's hard to keep it concealed
Pole exposin' niggas soul and all the secrets reveal
Used to be a ordinary rapper deep in the field
Now I feel like every other week he inkin' a deal
In the court of public opinion, niggas seekin' appeals
I get a rush when I see your blood leakin' and spilled (Ric Flair, nigga)

[Refrain]
Stack the money 'til it can't fold
Five cuban links, that's a bankroll
Rock a mink even when it ain't cold
Gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes
Stack the money 'til it can't fold
Five cuban links, that's a bankroll
Rock a mink even when it ain't cold
Gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes ([?] fly Shit)

[Verse 2]
Fly shit
I used to be scared to buy shit
That new ride sittin' outside, yeah that's my shit
'96 Notorious B.I.G., Ready To Die shit
Got me out in Bangkok, gettin' high with a Thai chick (Baby)
The rhymes that I comprise is like a crime flick
Life is like a Iron Man match, I'm watchin' time tick
On the microphone I'm going dumber than a blind chick
I got the bars on lock, I'm like a convict
And every line spit is twenty-three and one
Most rappers stayin' underground, they never see the sun
This connection from the Matrix just for thinkin' he the one
So if you thinkin' diss records, you won't probably need a gun
Fair warning, no more warnin' shots when Flair on 'em
Your favourite rapper couldn't touch a golden hair on 'em
My vision clairvoyant
It's ray sights for precision when I point it
Nature Boy, I wouldn't toy with sadistic
Ta–taste my own blood and enjoy it, Demolition Man
Anything you build, I destroy it
Deploy troops, on some real Trojan, the Troy shit
Let me take you on another fantastic voyage, what the fuck?

[Refrain]
Stack the money 'til it can't fold
Five cuban links, that's a bankroll
Rock a mink even when it ain't cold
Gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes
Stack the money 'til it can't fold
Five cuban links, that's a bankroll
Rock a mink even when it ain't cold
Gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes

[Outro: Ric Flair]
And us, and us, Ric Flair [?]
You like it?
'Cause to me this right here, your one life
And it'll cost you thousand dollars
You want one of these?
You can buy 'em all over the country
They're fifteen-thousand dollars (Yeah)
The bottom linin'
We're talkin' about the greatest, woo!