64 PALMS.
Warzone, nigga its a warzone
Been preppin' for this shit, got my mind blown
Balenci's at the crib, I got this black flow
With mink on my feet, I got this soft touch
Im torching all these bitches, lemme conquer
Im torching all these streets, gonna conquer
Im talking bout these beats, Milton Walker
Im posting by the post, Kyle Walker
Im running in the 'ghini, Milton Walker
My feet stepping in it, its Gucci
My wrist lighting up, no darkness
It been a hundred years, no coogi
Im talking about this Benz, bounce errwhere
Fellatio on the jet, she errwhere
I racked me up a mille, it's nothing
100 mill plus one, I make you two piece
100 mill plus one, I make you two piece
64 palms on your bruce lee
No more promethazine, Im talking bout my spree
I got this shits on e, im balling out my team
Adrenaline my sin, the talk was never in
The talk was never in, im poppin' out this bitch
Im pulling out the rar, my swagger off the lock
I got him on the lock, i say less im the lord
I been here since the start, you came in on the launch
He testing he done lost, im flexing on the block
I open up these gates, im asking for the smoke
I seen him never goat, im legend on this rock
Like Adam im a god, im cut out from the lord
Im cooling under lord, im smoking he be gone
Im pulling out this wraith, it fuck up all the chains
Im pulling out this ghost, he asking for your code
You better open up, he got it from the lord
Im legend better ask, he coming from the past
Been preppin' for this shit, got my mind blown
Balenci's at the crib, I got this black flow
With mink on my feet, I got this soft touch
Im torching all these bitches, lemme conquer
Im torching all these streets, gonna conquer
Im talking bout these beats, Milton Walker
Im posting by the post, Kyle Walker
Im running in the 'ghini, Milton Walker
My feet stepping in it, its Gucci
My wrist lighting up, no darkness
It been a hundred years, no coogi
Im talking about this Benz, bounce errwhere
Fellatio on the jet, she errwhere
I racked me up a mille, it's nothing
100 mill plus one, I make you two piece
100 mill plus one, I make you two piece
64 palms on your bruce lee
No more promethazine, Im talking bout my spree
I got this shits on e, im balling out my team
Adrenaline my sin, the talk was never in
The talk was never in, im poppin' out this bitch
Im pulling out the rar, my swagger off the lock
I got him on the lock, i say less im the lord
I been here since the start, you came in on the launch
He testing he done lost, im flexing on the block
I open up these gates, im asking for the smoke
I seen him never goat, im legend on this rock
Like Adam im a god, im cut out from the lord
Im cooling under lord, im smoking he be gone
Im pulling out this wraith, it fuck up all the chains
Im pulling out this ghost, he asking for your code
You better open up, he got it from the lord
Im legend better ask, he coming from the past
Credits
Writer(s): Bankole Ogunde
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