yo, I
Free Falla Scholla the roster
rhymes an impossible posture
crooked hooked and locked to shock ya

put a spectrical within ya left ventrical
and damage a fool like an old school criminal pistol on a pedistol

roullette the threat or respect the deck
ya sinz the source of debt
why my true knowledge ascends in order from homage
so why you in a phony follage for dolla bids?
colla cringe and re-arrange the range of holla kinz

hung off the hook like I hang the rich to twitch at the pitch of a cashmere chandelier
light u up like a spangled muskatear,
true hussler here
to the beat. dooms 'll damage ya
in the street. platoons manuever the calibre

bust shots that vanish ya
buck spots off the banista
knock locks of cash and habitats fa crashin ya

mashin da passenga at the same time I'm fasten the half of ya
while laughin the gaspin and I'm draftin
speedy graffiti master with the pen

blyss blasten phantoms with wrist wraths and ransoms
whiplash the anthems like shit splash the porcelen

bitches dunk for doughnuts like bobbin for apples
washed down from the handles with the snapples

trigger fingers snapped from the audible clap
get a mandible pimp slap if you a biteable tap from the back
hospitable swept under the mat
now y'all tell me how u like it like that