(Intro)
Yeah
Lighter flick*
I need everything in all black nigga
Everything
Triple black murdered out
(Verse 1)
Uh, pull up broad day n all
Jaw drop they in awe
The top imma take it like its ours
You run your mouth, we run it all
Money talk fuck you thought?
I’m high enough to dab GOD
She gone tell you that I ain't shit
Like she don’t fuck wit my flaws
And count me out, I’m counting cash
Wheres an Amber, had to bash ya
Like the whip got molasses
Push it slow likes its outta' gas
I did 4 not a little bit
Swear I need mo' than a little bit
Talking big homes on the hills rich
Getting real rich, take real risk
In my lane so don’t merge in it
Say I’m hot they confirm this shit
Greatest ya he on the brink
Coming close tryna further it, (Yea)
Win streak, so permanent
Money straight, no perm in it
Let the tints out
And when he swervin' it, (Skrrt)
You don’t ever see me
I'm an urban myth
Blowing smoke to the gods
True shit, no facade
What you see is what you get
The other shit is a mirage
Got my back against the wall
Shit, even then i love the odds
Certain mans just cut different
I can tell you not the cloth
Boss up at all cost
L’s back to back, like ALLAH
Fuck you thought? money talk
(?)
Big money talk nigga
(Verse 2)
Uh, everywhere I go its a dark cloud
Despite the skin I been a dark child
Know da plan is to get the money
Keep it in the fam, like a ROTHSCHILD
All profit and the cards down
We was at the bottom
We (?) now
(?) so you know da aves
You will get hassled just go and ask
I can get grimy my nigga trust me
Shoot up your shit you don’t know the past
Tell the mortician get his toe a tag
More than half of these niggas
Don’t know the half
Walked in, seen 4 in a duffle
Young really bout to blow a bag
Fuck it, now im on a killing spree
A black ball can’t get rid of me
I win myself, yea I know I'm special
I can’t fuck with dis abilities
The grammar coal like magma
I done balled like 'bron 'bron
The OG keep it Don con
Smoke it on site, Like dot com
All gas no brakes
Once i clock in, its no breaks
Get it when i want, no wait
I raise the bar, no weights
They hating on us
Cause the ship is sailed
Niggas at the dock
No (?)
Seen how we came up
Like damn no way
Good thinkers no way
Starless was written by Euroz.
Starless was produced by MLB (Producer).