Double Impact

Ayo, as we smoke in a Beamer, the angel eye lights in the lenses

The .44 caliber killer, rappers are defenseless

I'm hearing voices in my mind, they keep repeating

'87 style, get the money like I'm Michael Keaton

Bizarre rap, call me commandant [?], Jack

Origami a cigar into a small black

Ayo, what the fuck?

You see me in the street, I rock a short set, roll a quartet

I play the doorstep, Rambo inside the Gore-tex

Moon covered by the half a cloud, make a bastard wild

Chasing numbers more than [?]

[?] a bit loose allow the mind to circulate

I'll merk a Jake cause we were fathered by the Purple Tape

Burn a blank cause I'm Queens affiliated

Delegator for rough raps heavily celebrated

You see the mane on my face it spell struggle

Jail juggle, catch a case watch the bail double

Eleven drugs [?] Tallahassee [?]

Now we stunt kicks, lemon on the Lungfish

Artisan bread, half-moon parts in our head

Fila the shoe, deadly like a fart in a bed

Fila Velour, sour in a plastic bag

Classic swag, lay a coward in a casket bad

[?]

(Where you headed Bronson?)

Straight to the top nobody stoppin me

I spit that prophecy, that ancient Mayan pottery

[?]

Uh, rise out the bed slide the feet in a slipper

Shorty layin naked so I threw my D in her shitter

(Did she scream when you hit her, what kinda weed did you give her)

I mean that sour every hour, shake the cheese on the fritter

My Caesar low down, jacket to the knee, rock a suede shoe

Beige stew for them addicts stuck on stage 2

[?] off my dick and started shakin, breakin

Doing dance moves [?] Jamaicans

[?]

Ayo, stroke of genius shit dumping out the Nina clip

Lavender and Honeysuckle blowing out the Beamer whip

Heavy swervin, my brother on the lean and shit

Cruise around the city bag a chicken, semen drip-

Like a fiend's nose, marijuana steam prose

All these fly shits on our feet, haven't seen those

Crime lords with the five swords

Get covered up by [?] my platters crafted by Jean-Georges

(Where you headed Bronson?)

Straight to the top nobody stoppin me

I spit that prophecy, that ancient Mayan pottery

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