Unpredictable

Wu-tang style, huh, huh? Hey, huh, huh?
And you and wu-tang this for what? Static, select
Static, you a beast, bro. I can see through your blindfold
Cashmere peacoat, fella caught a fortune off of CINO

Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace, I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes
Supreme clientele, never clout chase
Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't trying to hold you

Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth
Low brim, soldier slim, cover me, I'm going in
Fucking with him, they gon' notify your closest kin
Static on the track like an old Dusty 45

Static on my back like the old Rusty 45
You caught the vibe, that's on any given Sunday
Ready with the drum play, I'm heavy with the feng shui
I must say I'm up now

In spite of all my goals, they tried to shut down
I'm still worth millions on the bus down
So savage, total my average, that's goat status
Addicts, fiending for these lines, that's a coke habit

Yo, ghost lethal, like the diamonds on a handle on a desert eagle
I pop like an old record with a thin needle
I got verses in a safe written in Hebrew
Back the fuck up. I'll catch a ball here, we call Onyx

Once in a while, get my dick sucked
Yeah, listen to Delphonics. Old rituals, make it until it's visual
How you gon' kill a ghost knowing he's invisible?
Every time I fly, I'm leaving my hoes miserable

I'll be back like my money on residuals
Space table, cutting everything fatal
Stronger than whiskey, lemon seven and cradle
Had a thousand wallows on the cover of my debut

Daytona 5.00 in a Beirut
95, the first nigga with a hay suit
I jumped ship, I chose Tito for the great goose
What we doing? In Cordovan Chase, pulling up new ones

The chain with the sheet dog on. Breezy brewing these individuals
We got change, you barely know them
Since my niggas took off the stocking caps
We're cooling your fire sour with gasoline burners

Light up. Any microphone in the mix, get lit right up
Give power. Everything a self or a sick dollar
Crashing up Cullinan's Royce. Give me a holla, yo, the greatness
Sort of like tapes in the Matrix

Old butter, soft shit on. You know the way bitches, the pharaohs
Only ride gold at the galas. Champagne wars with sneaky whores
We smell them. Rip rap, any adversary, I twist that
All I need to get is a drunk dick and a kick back

You know them niggas, y'all bull niggas
When it come to partnership, it's parkin' shit. Sharks and shit
If I ride with ya, vibe with ya, I side with ya
This is my scripture. Next to greatness is my picture

I don't like bitches, but trick a finger, just my applicant
Take your life and them guys with you can die with ya
I'm a fly figure. Network from the nine figures
Like I'm lyin'. If ya know, ya know when that line hits ya

You're the line, Mr. Get Outta Line, you line skipper
You get line quicker. I'm fittin' all of you line snippers
Shot callin', but y'all triggered the shower business
At Park Hill in this slum village, we all kill it

And y'all feel it's the feeling. Feel like we all members
Like we all winners. Unless I'm hungry, then y'all dinner. Yum
Finger lickin', sound of the drum. When I'm money hungry
Lick my finger, countin' my funds

Pick a finger from me, well then I'ma count on my thumb
I'll count on my accountant when I'm a-countin' my wonders. Gun
W-W-W-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh- отно into the unpredictable life shit
Status 11. Wh-W-Wh-Wh-What the judge did? We did

We gonna win, right? The widow of a predictable life shit
Wu-tang is for what? unpredictable. Add the widow of a predictable life shit
South wild shit, do or die shit. Boom. Boom, boom, boom