[Prod. HDK]
[Verse 1: Awon]
Exquisite rhymes like dimes
In the nick of time
To save the sublime
From suicide of the dumb mind
I'm wild ill with it
Champions will to win
That explains a heroes reign
When I k** the pen
Cup filled with hen
I begin mixing special herbs
Cooking up witches brew
Eating stew you ain't never heard
Black truffle soup with bean curd
Roots be gourmet
Eat emcees like cannabis
Green tea sorbet
Born in BK
You can have these rhymes your way
Tape CD, MP3, or vinyl okay
Clubbing with the craft beer can
Keep the Rosey
Pounds of the snow crab legs
Extra old bay
I never rock obey
Won't shop at Zumies
Unless it's for my kids
Rock that Hermes
And Gucci from can*l
Street n***a style
Beard like I growl
PayPal fat who gives a hoot
Like an owl
Wow, I'm on this joint cold murder
Like I got the munchies
And the wife cooked turkey burgers
Yall money ain't good
Yall serving undercover
Yall paying child support
Cause you ain't rocking rubbers
Sometimes I wonder
When will the world discover
I'm the realest muthaf**a
You ain't heard this in a minute
Slang Supasola
Style extra vintage
Two seconds on the clock
Like Lebron I'm a win it
[Verse 2: Dephlow]
Just to finish your verse
It's not enough for me
It's not about fitting the image
Or the luxury
It's not about fitting a Tom Ford tux
For me
You ain't even got to spend a buck
With me to f** with me
It's more about the loyalty and love
With me
For all those who stuck with me
And write bars because of me
If it wasn't me the pardon my fans
The flow is Jacobi Jones
It just fall in my hands
And if it goes without saying
It's just part of the plan
I shouldn't have to explain
What you all understanding
My last 20 Dollars
I invest in a gram
I guess the pressure of the stress
Is a test of a man
So my first touch
Was like molly on my first f**
Probably while my problems
Follow me while I'm worked up
Always turnt up
That raw paper get burnt up
I flow like I'm shermed up