Supreme Camo

[Intro]
This was the better move than takin' him out
Man was a legend
Christopher agrees by the way
Much nice that he agrees
But I'm not runnin' no fuckin' popularity contest
(It's-it's-it's-it's the Umbrella, bitch)
Fuck, where the remote at?

[Chorus]
I sit alone, in my four corner room (Yo, what the, who the fuck is that?)
Loadin' ammo (Nah, fuck that bro, I definetly seen something)
Yo (Yo, hand me my grip)

[Verse 1]
Thou shall not fuck with (Fuck with me, nigga)
The uncut, get you cut with
The uppercut sharp as Buster Douglas (Raw)
The mic got me stackin' dough like Don King Productions (Word)
We playin' with them rockets like he Yao Ming or something
The iceman comin'
Triple six, your luck ran out
I roll blunts like dice, don't gamble with your life
You ramble on the mic and I spit
I'm like, Rambo with a knife
Supreme camo, play piano in the night
Jesus Christ know I'm nice with this shit
And I be rich if I had a dollar for everytime a rap nigga say he a sold a brick
I own the blick, and by the way I ain't convinced
This shit ain't makin' sense, I light your candle, make a wish (Yo, hand me my grip, Diamond)
My hooks be wavy like a fish
I put a feather in your cap like Yankee Doodle in this bitch (Boom)
It's a doggie-dog world, but what's a poodle to a pit? (Nothing)
You would think I'm chinese, I twist your noodle with this stick (Brrt)
Get a grip, and hold on tight, my name Mick, ho (Diamond)
You really think you sick, bro? They got you gassed like Cisco (Nigga, they got you gassed)
Mash the gas and get ghost
Razzmatazz, thick smoke (*Coughing*)
Had to Super Glue the MAC, I dropped it in the clip, bro (Fuck)
Money in my pocket, got me walkin' like my hip broke
My dude be hawkin' niggas, like he Dominique Wilk though (Chill out, bro)
Shells layin' in the chamber, lookin' like Wilt
I walk up with two big sticks (Yeah), look like I got stilts on
I'm the cow, fuck I'm cryin' over spilled milk for? (Never that)
Versace shirt, this shit silk
I sort my words together like a quilt
Grab a room and make it tilt (Uh)
I get behind the mic adressin' niggas like a kilt, what? (Fuck)

[Chorus]
I sit alone in my four corner room lightin' candles
Playin' paino, loadin' ammo
Sportin' Supreme camo (God Sound)
Half asleep watchin' Sopranos (Pass me that blunt, my nigga)
Change the channel (Fuck, where the remote at?)
I think I see a shadow (Yo, what the, who the fuck is that?)
Mind playin' tricks, famo (Where my fuckin' gun at?)
Sportin' Supreme camo
Half asleep watchin' Sopranos, what?

[Verse 2]
I roll my weed up, and all you smell is dead rappers
My bitch fry red snapper, then she give me head after (Yeah)
Feds be bookin' niggas from footage they fans capture (Damn)
My freedom in your hands, I probably throw some bread at ya (Boom)
Or send my friends at ya, he gon' send some lead at ya (Boom)
Tried to Beetlejuice the nigga, nearly spinned his head backwards (Damn)
We call 'em Joe Rogan, 'cause he bring the fear factor (For real)
You play with God Sound and you gon' feel a real rapture (Brrt)
No matter how late or early
12AM or 8:30 (What?)
We housin' niggas where the gates pearly
Say you out here lookin' for me, I ain't worried (Not at all)
Your girl' double D's is where my face buried
Filthy animal style; did the bitch dirty (Uh)
Cops bendin' the corner, told my niggas, "Quick scurry" (Hurry up)
Run, get to the choppa, Schwarzenegger shit (Hurry, my nigga)
My shooter, he in the Golden State, he think he Steph Curry
What?

[Chorus]
I sit alone in my four corner room lightin' candles
Playin' paino, loadin' ammo
Sportin' Supreme camo (God Sound)
Half asleep watchin' Sopranos (Pass me that blunt, my nigga)
Change the channel (Fuck, where the remote at?)
I think I see a shadow (Yo, what the, who the fuck is that?)
Mind playin' tricks, famo
Sportin' Supreme camo
Half asleep watchin' Sopranos (Diamonds)

[Outro]
What? I sit alone, in my four corner room
Mza, what up? (Loadin' ammo)
Imported Goods
Yeah, I sit alone, in my four corner room