Burial
I'm gifted
Ain't no opinion
Fact I'm illest
No matter you're appealing
I grab the R&B
Grab the ratchet and bang
You clap back but my soul bulletproof like Sade
My chain saw iced out
Jewels on the blade
Like a cartel hand gun
Blood diamonds and jades
I made money machines
That can whip up the cream
Yes indeed
I ooze more cheddar than grilled cheese
Fresh as a breeze
I Keep trees in my hand
Top 5 all me royalty chiefin grams
Pop open coffins
Breath In stale air
Nothing like the the smell of death in the morning it's sheer terror
Temple of doom that's where I pray at night
I master all spells when wizardry gone right
With the wave of one hand I can take out your life
I'm iller than the grim reaper while holding a scythe
I'm gifted
Ain't no opinion
Eh What up doc
bugs running around
Elmer Fudd with a gun
I'd make Yosemite proud
We Wyle coyote
Grab the strap like roadrunner
Porky pigs zapped by Marvin the Martian man hunter
Dump the clip quick
Like it need to take a shit
Leave a mean streak in your pants from ass drip
Find me Chillin with the Greek gods up on Olympus
I've been at the top of New York smoking Newport's with Jesus
In Iceland Odin showed me a view through his eye
Walking the desert conversating with allah in Dubai
Stayed with Sasquatch in underground caves
Sat and watched Gandhi starve himself for days
Once allowed to sit at Santa muertes table
Been In Los angles flying with the angels
Met with pharaohs in Egypt smoking Cuban cigars
Took you around the world in royalty in only 8 bars
Ain't no opinion
Fact I'm illest
No matter you're appealing
I grab the R&B
Grab the ratchet and bang
You clap back but my soul bulletproof like Sade
My chain saw iced out
Jewels on the blade
Like a cartel hand gun
Blood diamonds and jades
I made money machines
That can whip up the cream
Yes indeed
I ooze more cheddar than grilled cheese
Fresh as a breeze
I Keep trees in my hand
Top 5 all me royalty chiefin grams
Pop open coffins
Breath In stale air
Nothing like the the smell of death in the morning it's sheer terror
Temple of doom that's where I pray at night
I master all spells when wizardry gone right
With the wave of one hand I can take out your life
I'm iller than the grim reaper while holding a scythe
I'm gifted
Ain't no opinion
Eh What up doc
bugs running around
Elmer Fudd with a gun
I'd make Yosemite proud
We Wyle coyote
Grab the strap like roadrunner
Porky pigs zapped by Marvin the Martian man hunter
Dump the clip quick
Like it need to take a shit
Leave a mean streak in your pants from ass drip
Find me Chillin with the Greek gods up on Olympus
I've been at the top of New York smoking Newport's with Jesus
In Iceland Odin showed me a view through his eye
Walking the desert conversating with allah in Dubai
Stayed with Sasquatch in underground caves
Sat and watched Gandhi starve himself for days
Once allowed to sit at Santa muertes table
Been In Los angles flying with the angels
Met with pharaohs in Egypt smoking Cuban cigars
Took you around the world in royalty in only 8 bars
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Writer(s): J T
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