Pharaoh
Wrapped tight like Tut Ankh Ahmun
Finna murk this beat like Rambo aw
Don't you claim you the king I came here to win
And the way that I spit ain't fair oh
Roll it back and it hit you again
Ebola rap, sick with a pen
Contagious, like it's 4 in the morning
All of us yawning, wishing for bed
I dunno why y'all think you're the best
I just write to deal with the stress
Hard to live with, I can't extinguish
This fire I feel in my chest
But right now, my mind's cloudy
Day dreaming bout a white Audi
Money on my mind, like a high bounty
I swear one day I'll get mine
Now we rolling round, just tryna find, a sweet place to chill
I'm finna blow like dynamite, one day imma make a mill
Take that straight to the bank, and I'm moving away
Blazing my dank straight loosing my faith
It was stupid the truth it was soothing the pain
But I promise to never be that stupid again
Alright damn, coming thru with a new flow
Find me whipping in that two tone, feel like Kevin Gates I got two phones
Yelling R.I.P to Juice though, that's a OG fuck a new post
I get no sleep, I don't do coke, thinking hopefully I get blue notes
One day my pockets be filled, I did my time on the field. Uh, yeah
I don't be checking for deals. I just be trying to build. Uh, yeah
I ain't got no time to chill. Run in the bank for them bills. Uh, yeah
Tell em to empty the till. Unless you be tryna get killed. Uh, yeah
Fuck all these rappers they all in they feelings
They know that I kill it. I'm balling and winning
Ain't no poker but I'm all in and willing to get it.
Say that it's on, and I'm with it
Tossing a fitty, finna go floss in the city
Credits are saying it's Jimmy, then you know thats it gotta be litty
No Maseratis in viddys, I'm riding with Vinny
Finna pull up on the curb, look at my wrist it's a blur.
Keeping that grip in the fur, couple of clips in the back
You witnessing madness occur
You'll never be on my level, I know you sleep with the devil
And imma see you whenever you in my time zone
I'm an immediate rebel, you intermediate, I'm in the media
See my checking off all my milestones
Wake up in the morning and I write flows
Seeing through the BS with my eyes closed
I don't you motherfuckers telling me that I'm dope
Bitch I still be growing in the night, like hydro
Shine with the bars, I'm a bright light in the dark
And I ride for them I would die for my dawgs
I lift the bar, higher than them all, Issa vibe
Going live with it till it's 5 in the morning
Finna murk this beat like Rambo aw
Don't you claim you the king I came here to win
And the way that I spit ain't fair oh
Roll it back and it hit you again
Ebola rap, sick with a pen
Contagious, like it's 4 in the morning
All of us yawning, wishing for bed
I dunno why y'all think you're the best
I just write to deal with the stress
Hard to live with, I can't extinguish
This fire I feel in my chest
But right now, my mind's cloudy
Day dreaming bout a white Audi
Money on my mind, like a high bounty
I swear one day I'll get mine
Now we rolling round, just tryna find, a sweet place to chill
I'm finna blow like dynamite, one day imma make a mill
Take that straight to the bank, and I'm moving away
Blazing my dank straight loosing my faith
It was stupid the truth it was soothing the pain
But I promise to never be that stupid again
Alright damn, coming thru with a new flow
Find me whipping in that two tone, feel like Kevin Gates I got two phones
Yelling R.I.P to Juice though, that's a OG fuck a new post
I get no sleep, I don't do coke, thinking hopefully I get blue notes
One day my pockets be filled, I did my time on the field. Uh, yeah
I don't be checking for deals. I just be trying to build. Uh, yeah
I ain't got no time to chill. Run in the bank for them bills. Uh, yeah
Tell em to empty the till. Unless you be tryna get killed. Uh, yeah
Fuck all these rappers they all in they feelings
They know that I kill it. I'm balling and winning
Ain't no poker but I'm all in and willing to get it.
Say that it's on, and I'm with it
Tossing a fitty, finna go floss in the city
Credits are saying it's Jimmy, then you know thats it gotta be litty
No Maseratis in viddys, I'm riding with Vinny
Finna pull up on the curb, look at my wrist it's a blur.
Keeping that grip in the fur, couple of clips in the back
You witnessing madness occur
You'll never be on my level, I know you sleep with the devil
And imma see you whenever you in my time zone
I'm an immediate rebel, you intermediate, I'm in the media
See my checking off all my milestones
Wake up in the morning and I write flows
Seeing through the BS with my eyes closed
I don't you motherfuckers telling me that I'm dope
Bitch I still be growing in the night, like hydro
Shine with the bars, I'm a bright light in the dark
And I ride for them I would die for my dawgs
I lift the bar, higher than them all, Issa vibe
Going live with it till it's 5 in the morning
Credits
Writer(s): James Sikora
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