Panthro Wristband

[Verse: Kambino]
Look, tryna eat, let's put some beef on the plate
Then once the season's placed, I bring the heat in the place
I got angelic protection, fam, they wings in your face
Then holy trumpets'll blow, the hugs sing a race
You mess when I'm feeling fleshy
Proceeding in faith, in need of this grace
And I'm now officially cooking, who compete with the taste?
Hero in low for the trouble, super deep with the bass
So hear the drop now, should I shepard up hostile
Speaking of that hot style, without saying a low
How should I do it with purpose
Not what's making mе nervous
The scope of that thing tho, whoo, bro, its еnormous
I guess that got a air
Making it clear
Got me positioned making a pair
Air apparent, I'm pairing this peice with pop with the pieces
Let us speak of the airness
I cherish, add all my neices
Demonstration of power, not just speaking in thesis
I can't slow up the hours, the time it tickity ticks
I'm using it with care tho, air go It all works
Spit a verse, this panthro in reverse
You see the wristband (Do you remember that?! BOZO!)