Track 10

Baby Ey ey Three Ey ey Baby Ey ey Three Please don't touch that dank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that drank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that dial You ain't put in on this man Keep your hands to yourself Tuck them hands in your pants Like me and the homeboys good Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmiths I got a bad repute All of the bullshit makes for better content I just knew that fate would favor me These days I can bag my self-esteem Reparation wrap it for the team Ejaculate and leave the wealth to seed Look I can't drop the ball I can't drop a sweat I just iced up my cool Yeah You might slip on my ooze Yeah Color blocking my blues I can't check the clock I just check my son Knowing daddy can't lose yeah Yeah Pressure felt is profuse Yeah My opposition on mute Tears of joy I finally made it out the whole I dug for myself To the point where all my losses sit like trophies up upon my shelf Side note Feed the legacy light-years Eyes closed Mind clear Paint the walls with my ideas Like please don't touch that dank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that drank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that dial You ain't put in on this man Keep your hands to yourself Tuck them hands in your pants I seem Never to fold I hate these creases Never put loath above the vision I do a lowkey observation It's quite clear They don't want me at the top I silenced their prayers to flop Enough is enough The comeback like napalms unloaded from stars Yeah Yeah See winning is quite a routine I topple these levels with ease I live off prestige Escaped from the den of the thieves My sins are too hard to redeem Oh let me reveal The slaughterhouse turn to religion Tell me how do you repent and do it again See money the root of the system Tell me how do you reset the knowledge you gained Can't run from a hearse Can't undo a curse Long arm when it hurts Can't run from this music Might end up in dirt Can't live from a rubric Can't mark up a verse Like please don't touch that dank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that drank You ain't put in on this man Please don't touch that dial You ain't put in on this man Keep your hands to yourself Tuck them hands in your pants Like me and the homeboys good Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmith Locksmith Locksmith locksmith Like me and the homeboys good Me and the squad gone add more keys like locksmith Locksmith Locksmith locksmith Babby Three Baby Thirty-three