Small Violin

Fuck with me I'll give you top shelf beef
That's high stakes
In the dark you either a shark
Or your live bait
If you owed
Get the banana clip then 5 apes
Slide off with your vault
Different meaning for drive safe
I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes
To hide her from the hell I'm raisin
Like dry grapes
I'm getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape
The owner of C.O.B clothing why would I buy bape's
Track suits cigars and muscle cars
Meet up with the cartel in double R's
I don't associate with rappers
Who got rich spitting them struggle bars
You don't gotta know about this thing
Cause its ours
Intellectual never threatened by a menace
I got this stick sliding like I'm a violinist
To create more records then me
You have to write the Guinness
Book don't look
To hard at a crook
Just mind ya business
We offshore the accounts
The boss hoard the amounts
The diamonds are all white
Like a golf course in the south
Heavy bets at the derby we not horsing around
Marble on the counter tops
Its the all porcelain ground
I finish how I started on top of the shelf
Smoking rocky Patels rocking godfather cazels
18 karot gold pin on top of lapels
This is mafia shit
Yea I'll see you coppers in hell

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God good Mary that magdalene

I put the king on it
He anoint this beat
I been crooked
Like the mother fucking top elite
Breathing the same molecules in as socrates
I'm tryna make it
And be naked in a tropic breeze
But all these places say no vacant
So I'm on these streets
Ain't no asking please
On that mask an seize
Got that grandma Glock
She gone come pinch them cheeks
Now there's Blood on my shoes like lil nas x sneaks
An you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal
We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle
It's cold and it's ugly like Steve buscemi in forgo
I'm the young Bobby Johnson
Color of Nucky Thompson
Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton
A Fan of fire starters but could produce the flames
Till a old head point at they teeth
Call that fangs
America online message
We take aims

I walk into the stars
And then never come back again
I'm spitting in the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God
Good Mary that magdalene

Small violin playin my song
Go try again
I shave my own head
No bitch turn me to Solomon
They holo men
Ripping chunks out of they collagen
I follow them
Leaving them slumped in The holid inn
We broke bread over some pussy
Won't Mac again
Cause now the charge is way past pimping
Its trafficking
Like this bitch won't sell that shit
Without her man
Then do some heroin
Give money to Taliban
A table fan
I blow loud then calm again
When we babel heard tower of of babel start rattling
Unravelin
That evil plan this man brain
In gomorrah they be loving that sodom like hussein
A neck was introduced to a foot like liu kang
I'm too flame
You spark a blunt off what I'm sayin
I put us on the map like borate did kazakhstan
Now everyone I got in my fam got em a Stan

An so I walk into the stars an I never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God
Good Mary that magdalene

We walk into the stars an we never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God
Good Mary that magdalene