Xantana Moss

(Verse)

180 on the dashboard
I'm Worldwide check my passport
The game is mine
I’m back for it
Got a million flows
I’m strapped for it
Hold up nigga
You better load up nigga
Your dad a macbook
Don’t fold up nigga
It’s crazy how I change the flow
Arrange flow
Shoot with a angels bow
Swear I got Angels glow
But I’m far from a angel though
Michangelo …
Let the blunt burn
Life a game
And you only get one turn
If you ain’t talking money
Unconcerned
I'll pay for your
Funeral wake and one urn
You better pay attention
Pay admission
I'm down to earth
But from the 8th dimension
Skinny Bucket, Black T
Mary Jane give me energy
Ride around on my enemies
Cold hearted no sympathy
It's the orchestrator
I'm a lighting strike
That could decimate ya
A nigga independent
But the flow is major
If you wanna verse
You better have that paper
Back in this bitch
Who want it
This for the niggas
Who fronted who stunted
I need 2k
In all blue hunnits
If you ain't talking money
Then you ain't saying nothing
Niggas try to jack my style
I'm too hard to mimic
All gold Jesus
The God authentic
Designer clothes
And nigga all are vintage
I'm way too real
Disregard the gimmicks
I came from the bottom
And I rose up
A nigga caught fire
When they froze up
I burn a pound a month
A nigga O'd up
Everybody get high
When I show up
Wait...
I dropped my tape
I got props and hate
But the don never trip
I got lots of cake
Split the dutch, roll the blunt
I got pot to bake
I surpassed niggas
A long time ago
The flow is genius, nigga honor roll
Fake niggas, I don't honor those
Yeah...
They call Skinny Fresco
The Black Gordon Gekko
I be shining nigga
My ears, wrist, and neck glow
All I rock is retros
Don't let gas you; petro
The flow illmatic, stillmatic
Word to Esco
I smoke weed and sip lean
And call it Donatello
You Pinocchio I'm Getpetto
I evolved, I'm on another level
Same shit, different devil
These mediocre rappers nothing special