[Intro: MIYACHI]
Yo Cas, I love you bro
Yo, long live irCasm, you heard?

[Verse 1: MIYACHI]
Give em the vision, I give em the slain, the weak, the wicked dishonest
You wanted fame and the fortune?
I was just paintin’ a portrait
Came with the tip of the blade and a Bic with the flame I just flick and I torch em
Motherfuck everyone messin’ with [?] sever the head and then off em
[?] I was young
Watchin’ them dumplings owning the funds
[?] with the roll of the blunts
Love when a hater she rock to the beat of my nuts
Bitches in love with the Asian fuck
I think of her face and remember the fun
But now I see currencies serving me lunches of curry with lamb it be burning my tongue, [?]
Used to be fucking with ladies
Now I be fuckin’ with patients
But never the type to be tested
Cause try me you getting the razors
I'm that kid when he played for the Rockets and kinda let go and he play for the Lakers
Now that the way that the way that he balls I meet with the paper making the majors, uh
Fuck if you think if I’m winnin’
NY the fitted the gray and the [?]
Funny thing is I’m getting started you finished
I'm sick of the [?]
Spittin you still didn't know I've been flowin’ been keeping it low
Been showin’ in jewelry the sentence is permanent
All these rappers but they never earnin’ it
I be burning up