[Verse 1: Kxng Crooked]
Fuck with me, I'll give you top shelf beef, that's high stakes
In the dark, you either a shark or you're live bait
If you owed, get the banana clip then five apes
Slide off with your vault, different meaning for drive safe
I send my women to buy drapes and try crepes
To hide her from the hell I'm raisin' like dry grapes
I'm getting shaved with a razor draped in a fly cape
The owner of C.O.B clothing, why would I buy BAPE's?
Track suits cigars and muscle cars
Meet up with the cartel in Double R's
I don't associatе with rappers who got rich spitting them struggle bars
You don't gotta know about this thing 'causе it's ours
Intellectual, never threatened by a menace
I got this stick sliding like I'm a violinist
To create more records than me, you have to write the Guinness
Book
Don't look to hard at a crook, just mind ya business
We offshore the accounts, the boss hoard the amounts
The diamonds are all white like a golf course in the south
Heavy bets at the derby, we not horsing around
Marble on the counter tops, it's the all porcelain ground
I finish how I started on top of the shelf
Smoking Rocky Patel's rocking Godfather Cazels
18 karat gold pin on top of lapels, this is mafia shit
Yeah, I'll see you coppers in hell
[Chorus: Matt Nye]
And so I walk into the stars and I never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die, I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God, good Mary that Magdalene

[Verse 2: Matt Nye]
I put the king on it, he anoint this beat
I been crooked like the motherfucking top elite
Breathing the same molecules in as Socrates
I'm tryna make it and be naked in a tropic breeze
But all these places say "No vacant", so I'm on these streets
Ain't no asking please, on that mask and seize
Got that grandma Glock, she gon come pinch them cheeks
Now there's blood on my shoes like Lil Nas X sneaks
And you could try to mitigate but once activated like charcoal
We dethrone your city take princes like Meghan Markle
It's cold and it's ugly like Steve Buscemi in Fargo
I'm the young Bobby Johnson, color of Nucky Thompson
Was raised out in Florida but might as well been in Compton
A fan of fire starters but could have produce the flames
'Till a old head point at they teeth, call that fangs
America, online message, we take aims

[Chorus: Matt Nye]
I walk into the stars and I never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die, I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God, good Mary that Magdalene
[Verse 3: Matt Nye]
Small violin playin my song, go try again
I shave my own head, no bitch turn me to Solomon
They hollow men, ripping chunks out of they collagen
I follow them, leaving them slumped in The Holid Inn
We broke bread over some pussy, won't Mac again
'Cause now the charge is way past pimping, it's traffickin'
Like this bitch won't sell that shit without her man
Then do some heroin, give money to Taliban
A table fan, I blow loud then calm again
When we babel, her tower of of babel start rattlin'
Unraveling, that evil plan, this man brain
In Gomorrah, they be loving that Sodom like Hussein
A neck was introduced to a foot like Liu Kang
I'm too flame, you spark a blunt off what I'm sayin'
I put us on the map like Borat did Kazakhstan
Now everyone I got in my fam got 'em a stan

[Chorus: Matt Nye]
And so I walk into the stars and I never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die, I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God, good Mary that Magdalene
We walk into the stars and we never come back again
I'm spitting to the wind with immaculate acumen
So when I die, I'm still in the vacuum you shackled in
Come fuck the son of God, good Mary that Magdalene