1010 Wins

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis] I'm smoking big killa on the Clearwater beach And every time I speak I hear "Go ahead your honor, preach." I'm too hot for you niggas not to acknowledge me The prodigy could talk a married bitch out of monogamy I'm out of reach but your posture ain't looking promising I'm pressing pussies, gynecology, you niggas robbing me I deserve respect, cut a check, fuck and investment meet For all the mess it has to for tracks I handle recklessly I'm Glen Rice from the corner, three, in there Swimwear twisted like Dub-C chin hair [Verse 2: Action Bronson] I payed Holyfield to take the dive Fix the drug test, we getting richer Blood or a spritzer Cherry oak wood shifter In a Jaguar, shoes are made from Babar Roll the lethal Seats in the Regal same color as Mario Van Peebles I'm like a young Stephen Seagal My favorite move's a clothesline Dragon jacket, hair slicked back when it's go time Motherfucker I'm a great artist I fixed the game between Georgia Tech and Wake Forest [Verse 3: Meyhem Lauren] Fly shit we make that, Marvel we bake that Pull a shotty, leave your body where the lake's at Staying foul places, strip clubs with meth faces All my fam's thumbs smell like gloves that catch cases Not trying to glorify, but my story's obnoxious Y'all faggot rappers wash your faces in a box of sausage Surpreme server, bare burger when we order ostrich Opposite of niggas poppin' shit cause we pop lips for gossip Fluent Jewish lock it, gun black like Lewis Gossett Predict the profit so I prophesize the fucking profit [Verse 4: Roc Marciano] Plush thoughts flood to Christopher Cross Throw out the Rollie with the salt, park the Renault Your number was called I grip the nine iron like golf Wipe 'em off At night ride the white horse with the torch You bleed out by the court while I've leaving court Defeat of course, my cohorts snort Pop a wart and read the robber port Drive a quattroporte Step on the product with the Rockports Spark a Newport Whip up a stew, this is food for thought Pursue the course and floss in the newest Porsche [Verse 5: Despot] Tell your stories running, walking isn't fast enough These cats will lap you up like milk out of a plastic cup You bastards stuck somewhere between fragile and half a chump I'd bet you fucks a thousand bucks your dad wishes he's wrapped it up We rapscallions, like a bundle of onions How you find the gumption to be out here trying to function I fixed the game dog, I'm neutering the poodle Got the ruger to your noodle and the goons are yelling "Who you?" The rental car's window's rose-tinted, dope in it The credit card got a tank in it, no limit