The way my name ringing thought that shit was tinnitus
The torch finna scorch me when they pass it 'cause I grip it the tightest
But I grew up with the heat so it doesn't bother me in the slightest
The lines burned in my palms turn into [?] it's a lot going on
I got tendency to steer my ship straight into storms, I wouldn't be a skilled sailor if the ocean was calm
YSL [?] shoes, I'm rocking my Helly Hansen
The sun got the pointers all over my skelly dancing
Yeah [?] probably would've been a little more fitting, but it would've altered the schеme, so I had to make a diction decision
I'm not big on traditions but I'm rеally missing [?]
Last time we went in February bet I sounded crazy planning my mission
But look I'm back, all the shit I told him gaining fruition
The way my name ringing thought that shit was tinnitus
My rapping so particular I'm never really worried 'bout biters
Plus my shit is copyrighted, if they try it then they paying the piper
Write my verses with the fang of a viper, you get inventive when you burning through pencils
Rose gold George Foreman bottom six so expensive, it ain't covered by dental
Got a knack for interior decorating my temple
This shit is simple, the words flow like Euphrates
I flood the streets like federal agents back in the 80's
My homie just bulletproofed his Mercedes 'cuz he know niggas are shady
Told him to text me when he make it home safely
Tunnel vision, very little can faze me
Herb put me on the Fazos, I'm keeping 'em whiter than benefactors of slavery
Those same people are plugging my pockets, pushing up daisies
Supreme pack on the way, the box logo is paisley
The way my name ringing thought that shit was tinnitus
The way my chain swinging you thought I was chest-bumping with Midas
I'm catching plays off spinning these silk sonnets, got the game from a spider