Fear of God

[Verse 1: SAM R I]

Scribble hard get the dough, and blend in like a silver car
Vicious bars dropped so many thought I built a bar
Out the jungle, banana clips and the Bathin Ape
Shit have you blown away faster than a paper plate
I seen bums shootin dope without the tourniquets
Murda shit spread toward the bottom like a tournament
Sharp tongue paper folder spit that 8th of yola
Steppin on them like a brick with the baking soda
Soprano shit mix pasta with the big lobster
Slick talkers bought the place, once dishwashers
Superfly pimp shit, Curtis Mayfield
Crop flippers block hot as burning hay fields
Plug came with the packs, no holographic
Had to mix numbers, something like improper fractions
Louis socks I'm Cut from a different cloth than you
I don't pray still puttin the Fear of God in you

[Verse 2: Hilokalon]

Real petty throwing fetti up, primetime rebel son
Guns click over dumb shit, it's now or nothing
Still riding in them buckets, still causing ruckus
This 9 get to bustin runnin in the city crushin
First one dumpin, borderline buzzin
Never make assumptions, hoes tryna give me somethin
My phone keep buggin, I feel the money comin
Where you at, on the globe put my name on the map
We counting stacks zoomin real fast 180 on the dash
Seen the muzzle flash, got my mind on the cash
Where the safe at? Keep a facemask since way back
Playmaker like Steve Nash, I hit the gas
Finna smash with the beam attached, these known facts
Chains gettin snatched, rock my name on the ave
Check the stats, I flood your hood like snowpack
Watch the way I load gats shoot you like kodak