Basilica
Bottles and bottles I'm at the top of the pops
And my chain feeling heavy I waddle, drop when I walk
I got no time for some bullshit you're not talking my talk
There's louis, margiela all this Gucci my socks
Best get to investing you know I'm valuable stock
Basilica villain here to astound and to shock
I'm killing like illnesses a plague you can't stop
I heard you fucking with cherry you not approaching my block
Tom Hagen I'm wavy I roll a blunt full of veggies
And I can see that you hate me cause you got nothing but pennies
I'm in a car full of ladies named Megan and Jenny
Drinking water wearing ice I'm busting through the fuckin levee
Motherfuckers on my back want a piece of the stack
But they won't see a dollar without showing respect
The basilman cometh fuckbois get to running
Im feeding on these rappers til I get an upset stomach
De Koonings in my room try to see my point of view
I don't wanna be wronged unheard or misconstrued
Automatic words put em in a hearse or a tomb
Ayanami on me cause my hundreds looking Blue
Attack the plastics I hate those fucking bastards
Youre thinking that you're great but you'll find that I'm the master
I counter with the parry I'm rocking Burberry and these Gucci shoes moving
With the groove they keep on staring at me
I'm a modern man with a lotta plans to conquer
I'm often spotted with your bitch consider it an honor
I'm incredible but casual and often somber
I light it up just make life seem a little longer
And my chain feeling heavy I waddle, drop when I walk
I got no time for some bullshit you're not talking my talk
There's louis, margiela all this Gucci my socks
Best get to investing you know I'm valuable stock
Basilica villain here to astound and to shock
I'm killing like illnesses a plague you can't stop
I heard you fucking with cherry you not approaching my block
Tom Hagen I'm wavy I roll a blunt full of veggies
And I can see that you hate me cause you got nothing but pennies
I'm in a car full of ladies named Megan and Jenny
Drinking water wearing ice I'm busting through the fuckin levee
Motherfuckers on my back want a piece of the stack
But they won't see a dollar without showing respect
The basilman cometh fuckbois get to running
Im feeding on these rappers til I get an upset stomach
De Koonings in my room try to see my point of view
I don't wanna be wronged unheard or misconstrued
Automatic words put em in a hearse or a tomb
Ayanami on me cause my hundreds looking Blue
Attack the plastics I hate those fucking bastards
Youre thinking that you're great but you'll find that I'm the master
I counter with the parry I'm rocking Burberry and these Gucci shoes moving
With the groove they keep on staring at me
I'm a modern man with a lotta plans to conquer
I'm often spotted with your bitch consider it an honor
I'm incredible but casual and often somber
I light it up just make life seem a little longer
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Writer(s): Big Ba$il
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