Ceviche
Hey yo action Bronson
Solace motha fuckin PF Cuttin
You 'bout to hear some shit
Hey yo fry the flamingo when we dining
Planters on the table
Booby shining the rarest diamonds
Studs around the navel
Hop out the whip both feet
Touch at the same time
Greenbacks consolidated with the grey nine
Red dawn cook up the fishes with the heads on
He fanned the Bronsonelli known for
Never folding bread wrong
Every bill facing the same direction
Shit on my feet, split up the middle
Desert wiley with the suede complexion
Fill the glass, toast the brew
Smoke the basil soup
Cop and crash a hazel coup, take a nasal too
Yes indeed I smoke minoras with my people
I'm rolling up the trilogy before
I light the fucking sequel
Peppers are grilled with the diploma
The smoker the apple-wood chip thirty-eight
Enhancing the aroma
'95 Karl Kani on the vest set
Death threats will get your cut
Ripped and your chest wet
Exquisite lyric from the vocal so
We hold it down
It's word wizardry the queens
Niggas hold the crown
Fresh out the ground got the
Hookers with the golden gowns
Profound sound
Pound for pound we known the go around
My every move is major
Incredible intrepid flow
Rep your soul's a spectacle
But's that's just true to nature
Now who's the crew to lace ya? Timeless
The Truth will amaze ya
Euphemisms be like euthanasia we
Through with the flavors
I read your blueprint watch you
Take the foolish steps
You don't deserve my cents if you was UNICEF
The Judas left the Southern sun
And god for thirty pieces
All my thesis to the wisest
Recognize the dirty features
We working on getting work in
You hear the shotty bursting
With Lonnie be lurking
Say your prayers like Donnie McClurkin
We fly to the grave site like kamikazes
And maintain the same brain
Frame as Hammurabi's
So paraprofessionals know I'm a be skeptical
Never handing out respect
Unless it's exceptional
Yo just be strategic or get broke into pieces
By murderous paragraphs that'll
Leave you paraplegic
Exquisite lyric from the vocal so
We hold it down
It's word wizardry the queens
Niggas hold the crown
Fresh out the ground got the
Hookers with the golden gowns
Profound sound
Pound for pound we known the go around