Phil Drummond (feat. Conway the Machine)

What y'all think goin'?

One-two, one-two

Y'all listenin' to the sounds of the once divided, reunited

Don't hold back, don't try to fight it

If you got a cheeba joint, don't you dare light it

It's like if you know, you know

The people who would know, the people who listen will listen

They're therapeutic, you know

The people who it's meant for, they're gonna receive it and (uh, yo)

It's gonna get them through whatever, you know what I'm sayin'?

They stick, we move

Anybody coming in too hot, then we quickly cool

Off, the world is small like melodies from a Disney tune

Baby demon sneaking sugar in a Rice Krispie spoon

Before I had the juice, cut my tooth in an empty room

Garment fabrics made from Gabardine with a vest and suit

They threw me in the danger zone, I just aim for the chest and shoot

Missiles out of rocket launchers explode, now the case is closed

Sturdy dancing off the crime scene when no face exposed

Zip tying Glad bags, your trash get the waste exposed

Modern Beethoven, every note on the page composed

By the man with no facial features known as Anonymous

Dropping pennies down in the wishing well but the pit is bottomless

Wasn't boarded and born in orphanage, my style is fatherless

Couture cut from the top down to the bottom stitch

I got the sauce like bread that Parmigiano sticks

Youngins rockin' Sergio Tacchini suits with Lotto kicks

Before a feast, I say, "bon appétit"

Take a fork and slash the meat, flower petals get thrown at the feet

The bricks wrapped in plastic is 40 racks a piece (uh-huh)

Bro got tears tatted to his cheek, ready to spaz and whack half the street (brrr)

Out in Paris, not just for Fashion Week

On a rooftop with Clovers drinking natural wine, this shit taste magnifique

Ocean view property, Manhattan Beach

You see the status I'm reaching, I barely scratched the surface of my rapping peak (I did, I did)

Drumwork Ministries, let the pastor speak (talk to 'em)

Took 'em to church, yeah, I had to preach (can't look back)

Every sentence in my lecture is intricate architecture

Looked adversity in the eyes and I made diamonds out of pressure

Stomp a bone out you, take a piece with me, I'm a collector (ah)

It's a money heist, I walked in that label like The Professor

Impossible, did a few times, I did, yes, I did

And I walked on water, if I did, burn a bridge (hahaha)

Look, ain't no other rapper who lived what I did

Bitch, I'm Notorious B.I.G. with a cig', I brought it home to the crib

"Catch you comin' out your fuckin' crib"

Brought it home to the crib

You go to that other, sixth sense?

Thing is, I did it a bunch of times, I didn't break through the first couple times

Remember, I told you, I had this one image that I'll never forget (of?)

A Roman soldier that was doing archery

Like a Roman soldier, like the masked one with the helmet, just doing archery (right)

And his legs were wheels, he just kept spinning like that (wow)