Holy Water
[Produced by Doe Pesci]
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
You put your mind to it
You had it hard in this world
You deserve the finer shit
Are you your brother's keeper to the reaper?
And everything out the crew don't matter
They give a fuck about you either
[Verse 1]
Every year I need 300
Mountain of heads that have no imperfections
And think their shit smell like Hermès
Your career shot off ain't have no legs
Run your mouth now you beg
Pardon my shoulder I can't vouch for the reg
Catch me hundred dollar billing
RIP to chilling
I gotta keep on winning
Probably never gon' get some sleep I'm spinning
Revolver door when sinning, we graduated from a torn beginning
Kick hood slang to foreign women
I was brought up on a different strip
3 of us and 1 meal we gon' split this shit
Burning out wheels I hit my lick, shit
They want our backs bleeding
Whether whips or MAC squeezing
Turn to ghetto unbelievers, murder all our black leaders
And you jeopardize your freedom for a fresh designer season
Classy restaurants when eating
Ego don't get along with reason
Son died this evening and his little man is teething
He's in good arms, this Southside Jamaica jungle for 'em
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
You put your mind to it
You had it hard in this world
You deserve the finer shit
Are you your brother's keeper to the reaper?
And everything out the crew don't matter
They give a fuck about you either
[Verse 2]
Angels in my sleep too sweet beg me to flee
I'm thinking how can I be ready
Heavy shit on my mind this eve'
My talent helps me get to it that means a lot to me
And copying's a form on flattery
This many watch and see
They want your paper thin so you can kick it all day with them
Get major when your names engraved
Within the book of Kings
You got Judas ways jumping and your jealous
They juxing justice, left hook to busters
Let's celebrate the crooks amongst us
Ain't no love apparently I'm having visions
Parrying my parasites I should have five mics for this one
I climb heights with rhythm, my minds twice my victim's
Recline nights I'm picking, I've nine types of bitches
I'm breathtaking, give you blue face, dollars to match it
Word to my OG and my crew tapes, I'ma go classic
Dawg I'm everywhere like screw face, problem with plastic
Destined to make it since my due date
Momma's lil' bastard
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
You put your mind to it
You had it hard in this world
You deserve the finer shit
Are you your brother's keeper to the reaper?
And everything out the crew don't matter
They give a fuck about you either
[Verse 3]
Crushing down a gooey zip
Razor under fitteds, get your screwy ripped
Put on my Louie shit, bust a U'ey dip
Boy who you confuse me with
Bow and worship ground, duck an Uzi clip
You ain't gotta give me five, shoot me it
Live from the 718
Jamaica's gates surround that crooked Cold Corner
Nines on us to make us straight
Ain't no fair here only fate
Think all your want still can't prepare for homie sake
Part of my grimy mistake
I shape my 16s on a crate
2015 on a split screen with the cape
You are listening to a great
I'm in grind mode, your minds be blindfold
Tell them you help me time you lie told
Divide the guy code back off the plate
Wait, there gotta be some more to this life
Than dollar signs and ice and ghetto nights a roll of the dice
Corny niggas in my audio vice
Grimy boroughs make the shorties go trife
Can't be a have-not all of your life, uh
[Chorus]
You can have whatever you want
You put your mind to it
You had it hard in this world
You deserve the finer shit
Are you your brother's keeper to the reaper?
And everything out the crew don't matter
They give a fuck about you either