Merlin (feat. Holy & DJ Corey Grand)

Look, devilish minds think alike For me, murdering a rapper like riding a bike Born with a cold heart, it's time to fill it with strife Take a chance with your life with just a roll of a dice I'm the Don, nigga, watch where you walk I got a gang of Guyanese and African women who know when to talk I'm even bombing rappers, that's in New York Through the East, and up North Big gave a Cleveland, nigga, the torch Got my lessons from rap gods, I'm just mixin' the sauce Can't walk a mile in my shoes or even step in my cloth Niggas claim they want beef, but only stirrin' some broth Like Bane from the Dark, my sewer niggas fiendin' the spark When it's time for makin' money, you niggas move like a sloth I make a dollar every step, that's how you move like a boss My rap style strategic, my flow change like seasons You beatin' me, egregious, Sith Lord, general grievous I'm into Ponzi scheming extortion, American dreamin I give dap to thieves, demons, a bunch of heathens I pitch dope to receivers, you follow the leader Give me a pen and some cheers, turn an atheist to a believer I come from runs Adidas, LL with the speaker Dressed like I'm in the kitchen, a baker just like Anita Uh, all my niggas dons and only f*ck with Don Divas Stayin' fly, linens underneath drugs and Nina's, motherfucker Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad