Witness the greatness I ain't with crypto but I know the gist of the trade and Move with invaders, like Iraq in '03 I move with dictators You know what they say about fakers, rats and snakers They'll play like the Cavs and the Lakers I shoot bell in blazers I ain't phased, there's a flare in the chambers [?] I made this devil, wet ground Wait play this, I don't wanna see B Straight A-list I'm still in the slums, I'm a fake escapist Corn spread like American pages War with a racist, crusaders, a guardian patriot St. David or Patrick, power like James's DNA more than a million traces All limitations are self-imposed All of the God's bestowed Bo done it in jail like he done it on the O I'm in a sovereign state, man'll come with a tinted wagon Chopstick, American Dragon My project gonna blow like Manhattan's It's dead, but they talking Lying, there's two and half in the trap, [?] But they tryna find that the desktop squeeze Black, gimme top not the desktop beats Got the tray in the centre, no Lebanese That's why the house smelt like weed On the wing with a striker, no chemistry I don't want no felonies Get sidetracked I got the fight like right back I don't want no option deals when I sign that Yo GOAT in a human stature High profile so you might be a map out Bro had a .22 no cap out It was like Bruce tryna hide his gamma Before tryna rise this hammer I ain't seen a ting go road since Anna Had a cloak in the side and a dagger So they might swim with the Trident, [?] Still in favelas Had a red bull on a late night drive, Mark Webber Beef just turned salmonella He was like bitch, tryna rise the beretta See this Blanco guy so clever Toxic girls but the guys the aggressor I don't know first one, not Cheshire You can see the lies in my eyes when I get her Chiraq, I came through the back door Time with the capsule, fly squad No pterodactyl Bro let it blow, no shrapnel Leng from Leicester, so I just strike Iheanacho Went OT, I was that short I was just minding the gap with the train and the platform Same gender was transport Locked in the cell or slammed in the jail, Kurt Angle Boy, I don't do that GG, driving a record like Michael Schumac' Jump on the wave then I might just durag Eyes on me then I might turn Tupac I was in cell with a mac Stuck with the boys in suits so I might just blu-tac Man City, son's like Rory Delap Gentle fist with the gloves, Hyuga