Customary - Go Round lyrics

Verse 1: Nothing stopping me, turn your rap to a mockery Pocket of pot popping scotch and politiced from poverty Methodically whipping the beat, maneuver it properly I'm hitched to this b**h like it's an act of monogamy The bloodline's monetary, like Uncle Phil in the hills of Beverly Heady smoke o's of that good and plenty These clones speak but they sounding like one of the many Kicking gold bars?! best they spit's like twenty pennies Puffing something cherry Up in the summer bumping Evan Black with the slaps courtesy of Customary The way we do it's like we're moving and the fronts a deli Pop up shop, make it knock and disrupt the buried I hustled product and pocketed profit I been in spots that'd made a lot of men wishing that they had god with them Nothing stopping me this sh** is no democracy I'm taking what is mine, it's highway robbery Hook: (4x) And as we go round Here we go Shut it down! Verse 2: I'm cruising through the ma**es delusional a**a**in Diffusing your view of pa**ion imbued by the root of rap You're confused when I spew the gas in a room of these foolish rappers I'm swinging an axe abusing it moving like a hatchet f** about your coupe or your cash Stupid a**es belong in a tomb or casket embalmed in diluted acid If I'm wrongly accused asking if y'all could just move it back then f** all of these ratchet b**hes I'm tryna get Cupid slapped I'm the cause of the brutal beautiful atrophy you're apt to see Attending a live show to those appearing after me I spit it they give in they sending back to me Independent invented a sentiment no one can match you see its f**ing blasphemy I tried to play that calm cool artists But I ain't the type to keep my call fool Take your car j**els bargain your ball jars of chronic for arms Then bomb the city where you claim that you're the hardest Hook Verse 3: In other words I'm coming out your tape deck An advocate of getting high and not endorsing safe s** f** the track raw no signs of latex comfortably living Y'all just stunting on a paychecks This sh** is standard Twisting up a gram and a midst all of this madness I'm itching for the answers No time for anything conflicting with the plan I'm steadily on a patch sprinting past where you've ran (catch up) Packing up a colosseum chillin in a Polynesian pad Out to Bali no molly just a flask Got a problem homie we can volley for the cash But the first round I'm gone make you wish that it was last Can't stop this, rock til my heart pops And I drop dead with my veins full of toxins Hope you brought some fat pockets to the auction My stocks on the rise man, yours?! Dropping