[Intro] I got this track called Swa*k [Verse 1] Lost in his time I'm just trynna get it Like a boss in his prime These fake n***as sublime light for fine sight Wishing wheel fortune, but the price ain't quite right This slice ain't quite ripe Still pulling strings, I fly But I don't like kites How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest Not as fine as diamonds in fine nights Sorrounded by hard flow like icelands Now we gettin' ice and finance is nice And i don't like surprises, i like surperb prices risin' It's the least i can do, these verses pricelsss Rehearse in private Reverse her eyelids 'til she cursing silent [Outro] Yea that's it Duck down, home of the original illspitters! (hahahah)