Coming from the gutter be the brothers from the NRK set
My plane jet cup remain full, the earth decays I claim j**els
f** em up, Ruthless like in 97
Stupid n***a thought the k was plastic tragic happenings
Blasted with my n***as figures moving, b**hes flock to our location tweets
The don spawn, from now until the second sun
Let it be known, the chrome decorate your home
With shells for the hell, world famous gold-plated
Oracles of tomorrow the flow poison like uma thurman and Kate Barlow
Car Roygbiv, maybe it's maybeline
Stickin with who came with me, this industry is wicked
And the streets vicious listen to them doves die
Demons in my head watch them skulls cry
Voices in my mental yelling die, fine wines
And fine dimes with fine rhimestones
I'm out your house with weapons drawn
Baguettes you less your chain withdrawn
So watch your step the halls are filled with b**by traps n***a