Mandevillain

[Verse 1]

Yeah, tell you somethin', this ain't luck, I'm bonafide

You shoot it down, oh well, at least a nigga tried

Two fingers up, we push that bullshit to the side

This ain't enough, we goin' up, you tryna slide?

Tell you somethin', this ain't luck, I'm bonafide (Bonafide)

You shoot it down, oh well, at least a nigga tried (A nigga tried)

Two fingers up, we push that bullshit to the side (To the side)

This ain't enough, we goin' up, you tryna slide? (Slide)

[Chorus]

All my niggas 'bout it, talkin' 'bout we catchin' vibes

Last time I checked, I'm earnin' millions off of mines

Sell my soul to someone in this world, I'd rathеr starve

Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smеlls of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof (Future Proof)

Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth (Future Proof)

[Verse 2]

Okay, I'm 'bout to link my niggas and they know me, man, I never care

But they got the good speakers and you can smoke in here

You play your politician, you be snitchin' like you Paul Revere

Man, I love this rappin' shit, I hope you never disappear (Okay)

I was still a kid, I pulled my first rhymes from thin air

Skinny nigga, but believe that Biggie really brought me here (Uh-huh)

Inspired by The Foo Fighters, if you quit, then you tired

And you liars get the whole drum and new wire

Blood in my hands

The wrong nigga to get caught in a jam with

I don't understand how we can defeat this famine

Too many starvin'

Untap these ruthless artists

Dispelled these Reaganomics

Too much champagne make you vomit

I'm at the peak, funny rappers at my feet

Only accurate if you can say you mastered what you teach (Let's go)

How I break bread, make sure them killers always stay fed

Patience brought me up the ladder where we shake hands (Goddamn)

Easy money foreign, touchin' fake fans (Goddamn)

Sit on dirty money, you won't stand a chance

In my lane, the octane, blood in my hands mostly

Only became associates when they hesitated to toast me

They movin' closely, they motives salty

The game encroached me, stand on my own feet

The angels watchin' over

I was designed to make a meal, but now my cup is spillin' over

And over and over

[Chorus]

Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof

Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot

The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth (Future Proof)

[Outro]

I've never been here before