[Verse 1 - Black Josh]
Yo
I'm living hand to mouth, that's rack to rack
I'm from the era of the happy slap and gun fingers like Cactus Jack
Don't hate the player just past the pad
That boy Shady like Aftermath
I'm sweg, rope chain with a Kangol cap
Loops in my trainers like a sample track
I'm smoking up inside Tatcha's gaff
With that Cali import but I've never been America
White gold pitch fork, Red Devil in the stereo
I swing an axe with force right in your crib door
Like, man, I tried belling ya
I'm telling you the Cult's in the area
I hope your bloodsuckers get malaria
[Verse 2 - Salar]
Rappers, you are my children, I son you
I don't think I'm abovе you, I know I'm above you
But I still love you, if love mеans dislike
As we slappin the whack rapper with a flick knife, in the fist fight
He didn't wage it, I instigate it
Captured the moment, the picture framed it
You like my style, but it's not reciprocated, child
I didn't make it rain on your chick, I precipitated
I'm on that Persian rugged shit, bust your lip
Fuck your clique, you must quit
The Salar had enough of this
You and your clique, sniff, double dip
My crew done with the Bubba shrimp
I twat a critic, all I wanna hear when I tell you I'm the man is innit
I'm the illest, no reason to be so analytic
Being the best, that's my gimmick
Breaking down your glass jaw
Back in the sand and building castles with it
[Verse 3 - Stinkin' Slumrock]
I got the Cult by my side
But I could do this by myself
Like gamble with the cards I've dealt
And when the draw bridge pulls all my crooks in hell
Every pussy that invades our realm
We kept this scummish from the brick pelli-pell
To that new Cult shit for your girl
Killing youts as well
Fluesies wanna ring my line but fluesies need to check their mouth
They're all saying where we'll change your life, don't wanna see you in no dirt or cell
Cause I'll be moving with that DVL demeanour
But not sure yet if I wanna go hell
Still I noticed couple cracks in my halo
When they telling me it's wear I'm gon' dwell
But I guess it is what it is, but I'm taking you my dear as well
[Verse 4 - Sleazy F Baby]
Ah, yeah, we the new No Limit
Heart black as Obie Trice, no gimmicks
My Berg got a two hole limit
And right now it's got two holes in it
Two phones ringin'
Playin' here, kitty kitty with the nitties In the corner with the killies
Don't be silly kidda
You go missin' with a wiggle on my trigger finger
Give them an extra clip so they can get the bigger picture
Crack in the hall ways
Roaches in the ashtray and in the cornflakes
Ben Sherman for my court case, all for selling gourmet
Ey yeah they powder like Sourbet
Would have got an A if cooking was the forte
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