Sommelier

We back
Whiteness the Greatness in the studio
Slick in the studio man
Turn me up, turn me up
Dreams to reality man You already know what type of timing we on
I don't even gotta say too much on this one man
I'ma just let this verse speak for itself
I'ma keep it a buck with you

Yeah, uh, yeah
Check your paycheck, bet them digits you see what I'm paid for verses
I'm a business man, the pen that I got strictly made for cursive
Producers hate me, they beats come in zips but they leave in hearses
The way I rap could make an atheist start to believe in worship
I'm not a villain, they just push me 'till I lost all my benevolence
Anyone who drop a diss about me is itching for relevance
My twin tennis chains like synchronized swimmers drippin' with elegance
My bezel presidential
Obama minus the delegates
Deadshot, I could put buckshot about where your belly is
Niggas switch to get a pat on the back Ezekiel Elliott
The track ain't see me comin
Ain't kill the beat boy I Melly'd it
My shot percentage different
Don't lay the ball up, I jelly it

I'm a label rep, the portion I own is 50%
Y'all can't stop me now The chances y'all had been done came and went
Brand new rimless frames, the cap from the Grove I got matched the tint
I just hit the bank fresh
Benjamin Franklin from out the mint
Y'all ain't know Infamous a mogul
He gettin' that label money
And if a label wanna sign D.I.D.
Tell him 80-20 And that 80 goin' my way
Hit 120 on the highway And my motto like the one from BK
I'ma have it my way, I'm serious
My homies left him delirious
Blood all on his pants and shoes It look like he fucked a bitch on her period
Please don't play with me, period
You other rappers inferior
I can't count my unreleased tracks on file, cause I got a myriad
Best believe I got that shit out the box like Apollo Creed
To be honest, death's the only way out if you follow greed
I set the standard and my lil' niggas out here gon' follow lead
Your operation can't see growth if you plantin' some hollow seeds

I'm on a thousand, my stats matchin' with crack way back in the 80s
My homie trap like a miscarriage, he pushin' out half-a- babies
When I book shows, I need my money up front, I told him pay me
I'm writin' raps sat in the passenger seat inside a Mercedes
They tryna slight me, but I see it always like my eye was lazy
I spend frivolous The Kid Infamous, that's the track that made me
I'm a big dog, y'all can't eat at my table, my portion's crazy
I'm the greatest, but that shit not apparent like orphan babies
I'm the Sommelier of success
Those who know me the best know I'm the top floor
What that mean?
I'm a step above all the rest
I'm the chosen one for real, and that statement not made in jest
Y'all can't school D.I.D, cause best believe that boy Infamous made the test
Yeah

Just like that, just like that, just like that
Let that beat ride
Don't fly too close to the sun, might get burned



Credits
Writer(s): Darsen Durant
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