ZIRCONIA

Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya Well f*ck around with me and catch pneumonia Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah Homies blowin' up, elevator I'm goin' up, and I mean it I ain't do enough, delegate it Higher power stuff Homies blowin' up, elevator I'm goin' up, and I mean it I ain't do enough, delegate it Higher power SUPPP Shoutouts to the highest of high And when we die it's a vibe And if society cries, then they don't know whassup They're like psoriasis, dry of knowledge I isn't wise or polished I'm just a guy that's always showin' up Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya Well f*ck around with me and catch pneumonia Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation It was a divine intervention I let go the line of defenses Only needed time and attention Now I lace it in these rhymes every sentence Yeahhhhhhh Yes I'm doin' fine now that you mention Money stackin' like a pension God's backing my intention, woah They can't hold me back like it's detention On this track with good suspension Swervin' in between dimensions, wooaah My mechanics are different, I'll put a wrench in all your plans though My shit is flowin' like there's no tension on the can though Pressure from gangstas, I know the G-Force I can handle It's all in the wrist, you'll feel the G-Shock from my hand though You'll get bitch slapped when I clap back And to be Frank like the Rat Pack Y'all Mickey Mouse when you rap that That last track should have a laugh track Got a blicky in my knapsack I call it that cause you'll nap nap Go Ricky on you, that's that Gets tricky when I brap, brap Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya Well f*ck around with me and catch pneumonia Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah