OLYMPUS

They always trynna take my shit down and I fucking hate it tho Next time I see somebody trying to take down my shit, I'm going Will Smith bro Always on my nuts, y'all fucking dickheads But I'm unstoppable, yeah aye aye aye aye On the top, Mount Olympus Stay out of my business On the top, what's the issue? Hitting hard, no jiu-jitsu On the top, chasing dollar signs Fast forwarding time like it's Ramadan On the top, I've done seen enough I keep my truth, like a Buddhist Monk Chop it up, no souliloquies, end of the story, no fantasy French the plug, I say "Mon ami", shit on you like I'm Habibi Cook it down simultaneously, keep it fly like a cazique Unfinished deal, leave it comatose, like a period cause I pause the plot She want space, you an astronaut? Heavy armor like a cachalot Break you in half like a Juggernaut, cast a spell, Adam Warlock Moving fast, I don't do Eves, yeah, I might sin, but I do me Staying true, no hyperbole, steady burning to a third degree Going higher like a bachelor, pushing weight, then we get the toast Chatting out with the holy ghost, get some advice and then adios Doctor said I'm too cold, gonna freeze hell, that's what he diagnosed On the top, Mount Olympus Stay out of my business On the top, what's the issue? Hitting hard, no jiu-jitsu On the top, chasing dollar signs Fast forwarding time like it's Ramadan On the top, I've done seen enough I keep my truth, like a Buddhist Monk Waiting on for my moment, wondering when it's coming Plotting on for the future, so I can say that we own it Midas touch I be having, cause this shit is golden I ain't lying, this the thing that I told you that it might shock you cause it's done with the old moves Steady whipping the scene with my skillset, Mr Henig cause my last name is Perfect You can't see me cause the windows tinted, John Cena cause your vision is rented F*ck a compass cause my mind oriented, no pussy will make me feel tempted Back home is sweet, but no Alabama, don't f*ck with me, Lightbringer of Karma Posted out in La Habana, got Killers dripped in Loro Piana Number (N)ine in the pants and the glock, always ready cause it's no one to trust On the top, Mount Olympus Stay out of my business On the top, what's the issue? Hitting hard, no jiu-jitsu On the top, chasing dollar signs Fast forwarding time like it's Ramadan On the top, I've done seen enough I keep my truth, like a Buddhist Monk