[Chrous 1: Iman Nunez]
Roberto Cavalli
Draped on my body
Feel like I made it
I doubled up on my prayers
Since I been dancing with satan
Patience and making statements
While they just hate what they facing
No need to be stepping forward
I’ll get you tossed like a flagrant

[Verse 1: Iman Nunez]
Attitude at its finest
Keep you n***as reminded
I’m straight from the islands
Living off oxtail and rhymin'
Feeding off of a crisis to write this
I’m Leonidas, 300 bodies
Behind me, run together like they Siamese
Don’t know the game, I know the pain
Frontin' like we are the same
I ain’t never had to pull up names
To gain a little fame
They just quick to make a claim
Once money come, I see the change
Remember me as is, cause when I die
I know you’ll see the range
Malice when Clipse inserted
Push up on it, they nervous
Ain’t Grindin', so now they swerving
And wonder what's really hurtin'
I cater to service
I’ve been grave digging, with purpose
Skipping stepping stones and milestones
I run it like Orenthal...uh
Kill this bitch....oops I said it wrong
Kill this beat while it’s breathing
And demons creeping for reason
While heathens
Reaching for semen
And get up all in they feeling
While losing hope, while it deepens
I pray I don’t lose my shit
While I make it through all the seasons
[Chrous 2: Iman Nunez]
Roberto Cavalli
Draped on my body
Feel like I made it
I doubled up on my prayers
Since I been dancing with satan
Patience and making statements
While they just hate what they facing
No need to be stepping forward
I’ll get you tossed like a flagrant
(Ayo Dayzel, let the mother-fuckin' monkey's out)

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Roberto Cavalli
Some bitches from Bali
I'm silverback, you've heard of me probably
Don't throw me no alley, I get it myself
Nine on the shelf, don't play with your health
Roberto Cavalli
Matte black Ferrari
My body PS4, but I'm old as Atari
I got it for sale, it can come through the mail
I get new money but my bread most of it stale
I done read the Quran
I done studied Islam
I ain't take my Shahada
I was in the Ramada
Bagging up, you gon' rob me, do what you gotta
Cause I'll shoot through the door
I escape through the floor
Was on five, now a n***a walking out on four
They like where'd he go?
I'm like where's your hoe?
You've been hustling for years
I'm like where's your dough?
They like, "Sheek you know, the block is slow"
And these little n***as so unprofessional
I got a question though
"Can you put me on?"
They turn around I'm like poof, n***a I'm gone
I won't see em again till his kid's kids is born
Sucka
[Verse 3: Styles P]
Roberto Cavalli
Army coat and some wallys
If there's work on the table, let's package it properly
Doubled up on my prayers, had crack in the lobby
Used to dance with the devil in back of the party
Cavalli Roberto
If I'm near it, it's probably murder or
Something close to it
And most won't do it
But the ghost ain't most, so I light up the dose to it
Gunfire sparked a joint, it was so close to it
Can't flatter me, batter me, nor shadow me
Umbrella Academy, strategy, had to be
Number 8, the infinity sign, the world will die
If the Trinity die
Owe me money then you paying me mine
This that wild wild Y.O. shit
Come to make the picture clear like Fio's did
Fuck around and pull a sword like Lionel did
Shit'll hit your head hard, like a rhino kid
Yeah