Escobar

[Verse 1: twohorizonra]
Mix lean with the sprite with the codeine, nice
Sip proper, I'm OG right?
Got ice like Kobe wife
Know Two one hundred you told her right?
The way I'm molded right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
We sorta like Goldie right?
Nigga, we get blunted and smoke that right?
Got a task for living absurd, live sorta like, "mark my words"
Play your part, don't talk get hurt
Son living first class, chauffeured
I ain't getting no backlash, your life trash, a living cash grab
Nigga talk big but ain't really stunted
I die hard, giving up for nothing
Nigga Bruce Willis living calm, chillest, talking wrong wit us
Finna bomb get it, nigga I smoke that bomb swisher
Backwood, it's giving cool nigga
Boy I don’t have to prove, seen it, living tall, scenic
Imma tall reaper and a palm reacher, smoking gone with it
Be the wrong preacher still show them right
Bitch you know me, show me nice
Poured up in a chaser, I pour gin tonic on Goslings ice
Gifted height, cause my aura tight
Yeah, nigga outta sight, feeling interstellar, yeah yes I are
Pulled up in a SiR, took five puffs of an esco-bar, lets go

[Verse 2: Malcolm Jakob]
Yeah, uh
Recent plays look extra large, fly shit in my repertoire
Short talk like Kevin Hart, all in my ears A-S-M-R
All I’m hearing is jokes really, claiming that they stepping hard
I’m just tryna get richer prior to me leaving earth to go rest
And part with all the extra y’all stressing hard
Get me my beverage, parched
Crown & sprite on ice like Disney
Many want me I’m blessed, in charge
Still I feel like I’ve yet to start, take your chance, I roll the dice
Real name like Obie Trice, not the Obi Kenobi type
Don’t force shit, still my flows is nice
Won’t choke, I’m chosen right?
I ain’t really no socialite but baby where you wan’ go tonight?
I’m hoping that you the one, but if not you the prototype
Take a ride on my motorbike, let me stretch it like yoga tights
Young groovy nigga like sho ya right
Leave you froze I’m cold as ice
The way we molded right?
I could make you a celebrity overnight
King size, I’m rolling flights, but I’ll make an exception, sparse
Backwoods I roll sess in, chard, big cigars like Escobar, I’m gone

[Verse 3: Pat Ron]
Y'all niggas don't smoke no gas
You niggas ain't smoking right
I make one call right now
My plug is shipping the packs overnight
That shit you niggas is on overhyped
Thick bitch on my left and my right
Bout to roll me a few take flight
Why all of these rap niggas is so uptight?
Bout to call up a bad bitch to ruin my night
Knowing her she gon ruin it right?
I be taking my time, and she be blowing my line
And she ain't fucking with you cause you ain't doing it right
Name another with a flow this nice
Vida told me all these niggas go lite
Flow mean cause a nigga too nice
I can make you a celebrity overnight then I'm gone hoe
Yeah, I'm gone hoe

[Outro: Pimp C]
Nigga don't wanna be down with you bitch ass niggas no more
You know what I'm saying?
We got our own shit down here
A long time ago we had our own music
Street military putting it down
You know what I'm talking bout?
And when- when- when Willie D and them was coming down
Talking country and letting they nuts hang
You know?
That's when I grasped onto something that was special
And I ain't never look back