Guard Your Food

Yeah guard your food it's the new vultures
Hands on my plate when they imitate the culture
Thought for food I illustrate departure
Departing flights to St Barbara
My Mantra
Can't build a rep on what you plan on tomorrow
You can have that money but no time to borrow
I'm out to get the funds see the sun out in Cairo
Flow hot pyro, snow albino
An unseen sight he poured dope on the vinyl
The sound still important like a vote from a wino
Bound to catch a ear, would they hear it? shit if I know
Will he catch a felony before the album strike gold?
When Mega caught that bullet thought his soul went home
Got storiеs like the wire all thе shit that went wrong
I'm passing crosses in the lawn where he was murked at
It's no jobs, he asked his homie where the work at
All opposite colors employed something to smirk at
It's ironic like a bullet in church hat
My niggas dying where the work at

Killer chaos fill the graveyards
Move crowds like an AR 15
My sixteens
Big Screen with scenes of bosses
Flossing with rich themes
Coffins fit kings in mourning
Play organs or big strings
While a portrait of a man born in August
Covered in oil drips the color of the New York Knicks team
Hahahaha hallelujah
My bars are super, the Gods a ruler
A Karma Sutra ganja user
Atomic Buddha, comet shooter
Deportation of the moon
Two nations in the womb
One stole the birthright waiting to consume
Meditate in the room, my state in tune
Relate to everything great, sharp as a tool
No marks on the jewel
A wise man play the part of a fool
The arguments due, hahahaha
The arguments due

Walkin on the moon and still struggle to touch the skies
When try to walk in your shoes but the boots is not they size
Had my hands up in the air damn the pigs still let them fly
But I came back alive every single time I died
I'm immortal
The technique is Gordo you niggas fall though
Any verse I drop a gem, every single line is raw tho
The queens love the ????, in my el dorado they wallow
From Paris to Bordeaux, you know they hail the God yo
Every ???? must bow and confess that I'm the best
To the game I made a vow, they say I spray like a vet
Came on the scene as a child, I was nothing like the rest
Shot niggas in the chest how I made a name for myself
It the 7, cross me if you're trying to go to heaven
Lead the sheep like a shepherd, preach toe gospel like a reverend
To shine it takes years, but you could lose it in a second
Make sure I wash my hands, before I dine with the legends