Two sons, I’m on my man shit Celebrity diseases, relax Gyopo rapper wit an accent Bury them all with this rap shit They ignored me one year ago This year, I’m shopping at Saks 5th Flame boy, I’m Savage Bet I get it crackin Machine gun swag back flip
Some day, diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my chain Diamonds on my wrist Diamonds on my hand Will hip-hop be medicine Or poison? Just drunk by the outer appearance Rushed to grab the Holy Grail
First meal of the day is champagne, what a blessed life Everyone put your hands up and cheers Wherever I go, I don’t lose it I keep my cool Used to this busy life My calendar gets filled up
The city night filled with darkness I hear the laughter of villains I feel their lips curling up Look at my eyes Because everything is in my line of vision