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Nahi pasand hai mujhe comparisons Kyunki tere aur mere mein farak yahi hai ki I'll be controlling the narrative Kyunki mujhe dar hai ki ek din shayad banunga mein ek embarrassment Like saying I'm jay would be arrogant Lekin nothing I say could be abhorrent Swami's back and I'm ready to handle it HAAN HAAN Smack White let's get it poppin Hai vision locked so let's get it on with Citimall finna sell tics for a show in Boston Fir on stage sab milli rockin Off stage, fendi I'm showing off with a Ducati, motorcycle on the front seat and I'm revving on it I know what you want, I know you living a lie 30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time Don't know why you only frontin for style You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly I know what you want, I know you living a lie 30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time Don't know why you only frontin for style You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly No cap, hu main Shawn Michaels type wala show stopper Haan. Top class, lekin they sleep on me like I'm Dame Dolla Haan. Two chains, lekin double Dutch so I'm yelling, go partner Yeh bars hai crazy lekin bahar dekh kar Soham bola, go harder Toh laga mujhe mein hu mad prophit kyunki I've been puching suckers Woo, long robe so man's sexier than these pretty fuckers Sheesh, tum sab low key are just hating on the God of thunder So it's nine-inch nails in the eyelids, lose sight like I'm Stevie Wonder Easter eggs like golden tickets milenge toh dikhega Willy Wonka I'm a mind reader yaani jaanta hu har ek outcome jaise Mike Chioda Trilingual, boutta add Spanish just for you idiotas Fucking killed the beat, aur waqt hai resurrection ka so let me pass it over Cody on the beat so it's not nice Spinach in my wallet call me Popeye I'll be lookin out for the termites Swami Prophit Moses make it all right Roll down the street while I'm looking so fancy I'm writing hits like Clancy GTA wheelies on the fuckin banshee Michelin stars on my neck call me Ramsey Click click click with the Kodak 911 where the hoes at Drown in benjamins I'm swimming Break it down bitch I'm winning In the Q7, whip it right left Dodging potholes it be like this Fuck out my way cyclists, yeah Head in the sky might just pull up a flight risk I know what you want, I know you living a lie 30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time Don't know why you only frontin for style You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly I know what you want, I know you living a lie 30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time Don't know why you only frontin for style You ain't from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly Prophit came back like a bounce-back Hopping on tracks with the muhfucking mandem Scopin out fakes who obsessed with the racks and whip em with the lads in tandem Take it back to the old days Slangin the coke days Pushin Ts get that payload Crouching tiger with the hidden dragon All Guns blazing when the day come Hard bars so addictive your boy had to go to damn rehab Tryna change the game No need for fame Open yo minds to that real rap Citiwave the only way we fresher than greens from your grocer Get that paring knife like Hannibal Obtaining spleens you're the donor Why you make me do all of the same things I'm tired of wasting my time on lame flings I'm boutta strap up cuz I know fame kills I'm signin the checks cuz you got fake bills Cody gonna play if the boys say so I got cheddar on me bitch I'm dripping queso Cashing in royalties gotta check the pesos I've got the triple caution Samir will go slow