YOURS TRULY

On the rise, a villain Bonafide killer, it's a fire living Still feel like I'm 11 Shots fly when you're in my presence Tryna finesse, I'm invested I've been counted out a few times, bitch miss me I'mma slip that shit swift like I'm Gotti Art flipping, feel like Scarface with the kilo Never that, more like Bruce Lee, though Tryna give more to my people Thibodeau; act like a leader We ain't talking elitist Don't be a little teacup Go and hit the road Jack, you know that Me and my gang, yeah, we all in and it's code red Take one down for the moment, playing Kodak, it's a romance Shit's like magic, she a necromancer Baby, come here, and let's do that dance I'm too advanced, been taste-making since I'm a kid I was surfing that tidal wave I'm so good, I can't complain What the fuh What the f*ck are you asking me? These lame asses can't hang with me I won't act abashed, okay These GTA NPC's Batch of bastards from a basket case Better get on your knees, bitch Show me how you like to pray Those who look down on my name I wanna thank you every chance I get Get it I get it I'm gone Just like my little song Don't call it Avant Garde We just smoking in the garden I was surfing that tidal wave I'm so good, I can't complain Call me Yours Truly Take shots but you can't see me Too fast for 'em, quik like Nestle She deserving that cuddle to sleep