Kerrygold

[Intro: MANSDEM]
Handler get the money, yup, yup, handler get the money
Handler get the money, h- handler get the-
Handler get the money, yup, what, handler get the-
Handler get the money
From Hampton out to VA

[Verse 1: MANSDEM]
Waltzing through the lanes like Walt Fraiz'
Through the lanes
From Oklahoma, to Barcelona Spain
Make G.I. Jane Lois Lane, yo, the lights slow the pace
Sounded like you spit your shit in lowercase
Pеrfect aim through your motorcade
Hash slinging slasher likе Iman Shumpert
Cash ring a rapper, yo, I need all the dunkets
Wallaby's on my feet, keep my cypher complete
Jit seen through the low, slipstream, who'd've known
When your shit is like morphine
Your getting more fiends, and more fans
You calling more grams, and you pick a larger floorplan
Speak up into the mic
You sound like you whispering
Get you some confidence, it sounds like it's missing kid
And you don't got the slightest inkling on what it is
Dumbest since you young and, yo, the flow is butter-thin
Never cared about opinions of another man
The subtleness, Cullinan got no color like cuttlefish
Forgiato with the puckered lips, the colors mix
Thick wrapped double-knit zip up
Cherry red Chevy pick-up
You wilding in the mic
You prolly drink an iced Heineken Light
Your mans got shine, you know your timing isn't right
Get back in the gym, kid, who told you practice was ended?
[?] when I ride the beat
Try and see, no, you can't rhyme with me
Skill different betwixt us, there's a few giant leaps and bounds
Peep my sounds, and make the verse price increase
My words carry gold like Irish cream
Said you like Pilates Siamese flying geese
On the sportsman button-up
Pull up with your your mother in the front
All you mother-skunks get buried in the trunk
Beat three [?] beamer
Underground Eminem promotin' another boring feature
Lick your sword and leave you in rigamortus
Don't get left dead on the hill
Red [?] cannon might send you a bill
I shouldn't gave you a line
I should've gave you a song, but you singing along

[Verse 2: unruly]
Uh, squeezing my weapon
I think about beliefs, seizing my blessings
Jealousy just ceasing in the beat, freedom I question
Question my freedom, question how deep is my message
The beat in the pencil relentless, unfeasible you not reaching my level
Penal colonies to penal and pretzels
Vino embezzles the own casinos, evil eventful
I was somewhere rolling c-notes, smoking weed out your rent
You was reading through our messages to see if I missed you
You cease to be the crutch that niggas always seem to forget you
Dreams of Beamers and Bentleys upon the scene at the venue
People give reference to legacy they know what you've done
The stories you've told, the good times, the horrible ones
Deplorable sons, the more you go, the war machines toil the chucks
Feelings when you wanted some love, unloyal, the less
Mama told me some fly longer than others
Running from one time, tryna tell my mama I love her
The trauma we suffered I was just semi-cautious in public
Conflict erupt entire, the hardship off with my brother
Awkward to say, I almost called to another god
Weight got too heavy to struggle, just shrug it off
Look forward to the son inside of the hustle on, my mother called
Baby, like what the fuck is you running for?
(I know you said you love me, but I love you more)