Death and Taxes

(But do it in the right order this time) They say who be you? I be that nigga Niggas is tryna get behind the trigger Trigger to shoot Shoota like Biggie, like Biggie I'm talkin' 'bout""Gimme the Loot"" Loopy like fruit Loopy like dizza Lupita Nyong'o just got a lil' richer Love for the customs that's been in my bag But f*ck all the Customs that's ran through my bag Rise in the east, land in the west West to the east like I'm Kwesi Kigozi Go see the show, show up for life Life do not care about nobody's strife Strife with the self, self versus they They do not like it when niggas go play Play with the happy Happy that nigga with Black boy joy Joy of the Goya, that 'Dobo be slappin' K. Tones, run it up, K. Tones Turn me up in the headphones Okay, okay Let's go All of these dissidents wanna drill me down to smithereens That's too bad 'cause I did my due diligence I destroyed the deficits and ran up my dividends Distorted my decibels that be runnin' up over top level We discriminate by the defecate that be coming out of your mouth hole Do not you dare disturb me, 'cause I'll be comin' for that crown, hoe I just be takin' my time with all this shit Whether it's hit or a miss Do not be hittin' my line with no bullshit If I don't block I'm remiss My flows is realer, my beats is hittin' My boys ain't killers, but we been killin' No shots been fired, but we considered My V vendetta like Spiderman Venom I take my vitamins, chocolate cinnamon Mix hot water with honey and lemon 'Cause death is imminent, limit your Internet Keep your temple and build your pyramids Death and taxes Imminent death and imminent taxes Breakin' brackets Internet helped me rake in rapid I'm in my bag, sis Never not working', never on mattress What do you practice? What's your customs, what's your praxis? Death and taxes Imminent death and imminent taxes Breakin' brackets Internet helped me rake in rapid I'm in my bag, sis Never not working, never on mattress What do you practice? What's your customs... I never know what you want me to do When you come to my door with a whole different crew Now they standin' around and they ain't got a clue 'till we step on the stage and we light up the room I never know what you want me to do When you come to my door with a whole different crew Now they standin' around and they ain't got a clue 'till we step on the stage and we light up the room We're wandering through the malarious areas Looking for somethin' nefarious You is not gangsta, you scary Your life is precarious You would not dare to be sharin' no bare-to-the-bone It's rare to be grown These kids is talkin' 'bout hair on the dome But they a whole clone And ain't got no dome Air-heads man, I'm talkin' full-blown Tones