Oil Money Freestyle
(专辑: Last Of A Dying Breed, Pt II - 2013)
Umm huh, it's Doe or Die This here, this here bigger than just Just holding stacks and the
clothes Bricks of money in shoe boxes, things of that nature That's so 90's, grow up niggas Get the
plastic swiper, get legit, get liquid What's your net worth? Quiet Money, uhh You know the
fiasco, cut cost like Costcos Formaldehyde is like homicide to your nostrils Rap apostle, interact with the
hostile Unstoppable, these niggas trapped in they costumes Coke on iTunes, y'all awoke to a
monsoon Massive releases, peep my thesis of a
tycoon Corporate, too fly to ever forfeit Fear, gear gorgeous, thoughts travel to orbits, I'm here Horns and halos, fish, corn and potatoes Performed love in the
dawn, getting licked on in the
Caicos Pop for the
pesos, put the
drop on the
payroll Alfa Romeo, hard top, hopping to J-Lo So play though, it only frustrate 'cause niggas fake Got a
billion dollar face on a
trillion dollar chase So many fronting muh'fuckas got me feeling out of place Haha, niggas like "Yo, you wanna win, you gotta go mainstream" I
guess I'll never win I
flow too much like the
ocean I'm from the
truck jewel era, so fuck whoever Chess play for the
cheddar, only trust two letters Checkerboard on the
sweater, rest assure I'm a
repper Feeling like Mr. Malcolm, the
messenger out of Mecca Nigga I'm a
Giusepper, Louie Vuitton stepper Nike Jordan collector, vintage, foreign, etcetera Reflector, a
hustler's homage for those in bondage The
urgency of a
convict that got his currency garnished Astonished to see the
mechanics in niggas antics Falsifying their transcripts, hoping pardons get granted Manic depressive, fries and salmon for breakfast Fucking them pretty broads that claim they man is possessive Stand as the
freshest Deliver with the
lyrics for the
flow critics No gimmick, shit real as a
parole visit... "Fuck you mayne." "Who put this thing together? Me, that's who." "Who do I
trust? Me."