B.I.G In The Bape Hoodie

Chim from the grave Cooking bass like the purple tape Long live Chim Beatz, uh Yeah Yeah I'm feeling like BIG in the Bape hoodie Prada shades on my Lexus is grey Fully automatic when I spray I'm still aiming it straight Still aiming it straight Still aiming it straight Like the Jordan 17s the steel came with a case This ain't roll call You can get killed naming a name My skilled language insane You still famous and lame South paw in the ring I use ill angles for pain You try to line me up You'll get peeled strangled and flamed Dash you off the roof top I'm Wayne in the purple Bape Caught you at your show Took your chain and your vertebare Sell it back to you thats the wage that a burglar make Chim from the grave cooking bass like the purple tape Verse up in the pot Stir and watch it percolate Lurking in the underground My seeds gonna germinate Best of both borders Refugees in the perfect place Trying to boost the economy And boost the murder rate There's no way out There's no way out There's no way out There's no way out I'ma holla at God You on the guest list for 6 Its like the bullets missed a turn How they exit the fifth Metaphor litmus test Triple beam dream Two banned Jordan 1s shimmer Like a fresh brick of fish