King Phade

Puts ya blicks up, dun this ain't that type of party Scuffed knuckled thugs, and broads with no fathers Yeah I peeped but can't call it They wanna know why my flow is so brolick And still I drop knowledge adjacent to a harlot Tinted windows on a street car named desire, you feel me I was stuntin' like I'm Brando, Marlon Stinkin up the block like a black and mild wine tip Butter leather Avirex I'm steady on some fly shit And never been maidenless regard me as your highness Whippin twisted off the Bombay I'm somewhere in between Kanye & Conway A backpack kid with the knapsack blick Cook it up, break it down then go cash that brick Ionne half ass shit Keep a pack of that loud we in the town wit it And that ain't all that we pack we movin foul wit it Boujie wit the kicks, rockin Nikes you ain't seen yet it's Gucci in the swish Dapper Dan the man I had to link that King Phade on the T and brought the mink back Lookin like Pimp C with all the links out I 360'd the kitchen and cleaned the sink out She fronted liked she ain't wit it but she my stink now She fronted liked she ain't wit it but she my stink She keep the fire and a dutch in an Abloh clutch Wouldn't be caught dead in no panda dunks And she say I make her laugh like Sanford and Son Chipped tooth but she tell me that I'm handsome as f*ck