Pomogranite

Yeah, ha ha!

Cocksucker!

Ha ha!

Bless Lord, carrier, S car, interior

Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya

Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya

Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area

Ex-con, not the type of n*gga that you flex on

Mr. Carlton Fisk baby seen it all and done it all

Shell casings, left many murals on the wall

A million candles for you man, I bet I light em all

Biscotti, guava cake, when I light the raw

Moving through the streets of New York while lightning pour

Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours

Got me in your building with the shotty up down the hall

Maneuver money, my shooters remove who movin' funny

Cash is king, think differently n*gga use your dummy

Fiends in your spot, licking plates, that's pitiful

Twelve at the door now, situation critical

Tear gas stung grenade rolled through the floor

Hit the fire escape, bruh man fifth floor

First cop swept through the doors

His gun went off and hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off

Whatever he's saying is facts

I pull in 2M machine, wool up all the exteriors, waxed

Gallow in the rearview is movies on relaxed

Choose for a confrontation, you gon get snatched

Vesses in S, classes getting fat

All my main shooters got money, they all jacked

Flows is hungry I just ask

I sit amongst bosses, you n*ggas is horses go get strapped

Leathers, fur coats on, and hats

Came through like Frank Matthews bring all stacks

Yeah it's Park Hilly on wax

All that shit you really on they really don't match

Ha ha! Sounds silly, don't get clapped

Make my man Mitch hit you, Don go get the jets

Next time you might get killed for more racks

See me out in London with lambs and all flats

I step with the steppers

Foot on they neck, applying pressure

Eating good, piling on extra

Cold as Minnesota weather

I send them home on a stretcher

Facts, I go crazy over lesser

Born in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath

Cashing checks, that's the flex

Watch what happened next

Action on the set

Put carats on my neck

I'm in Paris on the jet

I was rapping on the steps

That's Cynthia's son

I be tripping how these n*ggas is stunned

How I'm having such a pivotal run

Used to do it for fun

Now give me my ones

You a flashlight standing near the physical sun

Fully loaded with all the features

For all the non-believers

They on the sidelines, watching from the bleachers

Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter

I'm giving n*ggas shakes and chills with this fever

Bless Lord, carrier, S car, interior

Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya

Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya

Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area