Big bank Dizz - Wild Horses of Sable Island lyrics

Im Stone cold My flow cold My teeth shining Thats rose Gold We in Pasadena For the rose bowl On red bull And Rose moe And i sip straight In my Griff Blakes My kicks shining Yo chick eyeing This young man Cause my sh** straight So f** ya and ya mixtapes We 10 deep No 10 deep Young n***a trill And from the east Im a boss tho Like big meech With a bad b**h watching blue streak My occupation is to rock the nation Im put in time and im block the hating Cause the top is vacant They gone mock with satan When a n***a gone and out the basement Im from NY my team fly My kicks old With no creases Im MJ meets Jesus And i play the corner like Revis In them Jeremy Scott Adidas Im swerving on you divas I done Put the time in So i deserve everything that comes out Like front row at these knick games Bad hoes Big chains Fast cars So i switch lanes Im a new slave but what i do crave Is just a new day Trying touch the sky like Lupe And Kanye Little more drank and these hoes gone think This n***a made it like im f**ing famous But im outchea [2nd Verse] I was on that block Around that work Momma in the kitchen Grandma in Church Ain't have no Job Ain't have no purp All i ever knew was lifting up skirts k** my dreams k** my vibe Save yo soul And not yo live Buy this gold And not these clothes Plant this rose And then yo toes Build yo brand And break yo bread Take yo time Hold yo head f** these pigs f** these feds Shock this world With yo gift If you ain't on my side Then s** this Dick Middle finger up If you ain't gone slip Middle finger up If you bout yo chips And ain't no n***a gone f** yo b**h Im outchea Im the scout here And these hoes lit Like times square Got the great white She trying take flight But we dont lay right Unless she stay tight My ace boon Told me late june Im heat up like cancun Keep spitting that fire Through the wire And i guarantee You be the man soon No latex But you f**ing next I was in the jects Now im cutting checks Doing that math Filleting then crab Taking these cabs Living ain't bad Breathing is When you claustrophobic And so many n***as on one show That back stage look like front row But middle finger up if you gone blow Right now