Unpredictable

Wu-tang style, huh, huh? Hey, huh, huh?

And you and wu-tang this for what? Static, select

Static, you a beast, bro. I can see through your blindfold

Cashmere peacoat, fella caught a fortune off of CINO

Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke

Hater love to doubt ace, I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes

Supreme clientele, never clout chase

Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't trying to hold you

Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth

Low brim, soldier slim, cover me, I'm going in

Fucking with him, they gon' notify your closest kin

Static on the track like an old Dusty 45

Static on my back like the old Rusty 45

You caught the vibe, that's on any given Sunday

Ready with the drum play, I'm heavy with the feng shui

I must say I'm up now

In spite of all my goals, they tried to shut down

I'm still worth millions on the bus down

So savage, total my average, that's goat status

Addicts, fiending for these lines, that's a coke habit

Yo, ghost lethal, like the diamonds on a handle on a desert eagle

I pop like an old record with a thin needle

I got verses in a safe written in Hebrew

Back the fuck up. I'll catch a ball here, we call Onyx

Once in a while, get my dick sucked

Yeah, listen to Delphonics. Old rituals, make it until it's visual

How you gon' kill a ghost knowing he's invisible?

Every time I fly, I'm leaving my hoes miserable

I'll be back like my money on residuals

Space table, cutting everything fatal

Stronger than whiskey, lemon seven and cradle

Had a thousand wallows on the cover of my debut

Daytona 5.00 in a Beirut

95, the first nigga with a hay suit

I jumped ship, I chose Tito for the great goose

What we doing? In Cordovan Chase, pulling up new ones

The chain with the sheet dog on. Breezy brewing these individuals

We got change, you barely know them

Since my niggas took off the stocking caps

We're cooling your fire sour with gasoline burners

Light up. Any microphone in the mix, get lit right up

Give power. Everything a self or a sick dollar

Crashing up Cullinan's Royce. Give me a holla, yo, the greatness

Sort of like tapes in the Matrix

Old butter, soft shit on. You know the way bitches, the pharaohs

Only ride gold at the galas. Champagne wars with sneaky whores

We smell them. Rip rap, any adversary, I twist that

All I need to get is a drunk dick and a kick back

You know them niggas, y'all bull niggas

When it come to partnership, it's parkin' shit. Sharks and shit

If I ride with ya, vibe with ya, I side with ya

This is my scripture. Next to greatness is my picture

I don't like bitches, but trick a finger, just my applicant

Take your life and them guys with you can die with ya

I'm a fly figure. Network from the nine figures

Like I'm lyin'. If ya know, ya know when that line hits ya

You're the line, Mr. Get Outta Line, you line skipper

You get line quicker. I'm fittin' all of you line snippers

Shot callin', but y'all triggered the shower business

At Park Hill in this slum village, we all kill it

And y'all feel it's the feeling. Feel like we all members

Like we all winners. Unless I'm hungry, then y'all dinner. Yum

Finger lickin', sound of the drum. When I'm money hungry

Lick my finger, countin' my funds

Pick a finger from me, well then I'ma count on my thumb

I'll count on my accountant when I'm a-countin' my wonders. Gun

W-W-W-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh- отно into the unpredictable life shit

Status 11. Wh-W-Wh-Wh-What the judge did? We did

We gonna win, right? The widow of a predictable life shit

Wu-tang is for what? unpredictable. Add the widow of a predictable life shit

South wild shit, do or die shit. Boom. Boom, boom, boom