Nahi pasand hai mujhe comparisons

Kyunki tere aur mere mein farak yahi hai ki I′ll be controlling the narrative

Kyunki mujhe dar hai ki ek din shayad banunga mein ek embarrassmentLike saying I'm jay would be arrogant

Lekin nothing I say could be abhorrent

Swami′s back and I'm ready to handle it

HAAN

HAAN

Smack White let's get it poppin

Hai vision locked so let′s get it on with

Citimall finna sell tics for a show in Boston

Fir on stage sab milli rockin

Off stage, fendi I′m showing off with a

Ducati, motorcycle on the front seat and I'm revving on it

I know what you want, I know you living a lie

30-year watch ain′t gonna tell you time

Don't know why you only frontin for style

You ain′t from here uh that shit ain't gonna fly

I know what you want, I know you living a lie

30-year watch ain′t gonna tell you time

Don't know why you only frontin for style

You ain't from here uh that shit ain′t gonna fly

No cap, hu main Shawn Michaels type wala show stopper

Haan. Top class, lekin they sleep on me like I′m Dame Dolla

Haan. Two chains, lekin double Dutch so I'm yelling, go partner

Yeh bars hai crazy lekin bahar dekh kar Soham bola, go harder

Toh laga mujhe mein hu mad prophit kyunki I′ve been puching suckers

Woo, long robe so man's sexier than these pretty fuckers

Sheesh, tum sab low key are just hating on the God of thunder

So it′s nine-inch nails in the eyelids, lose sight like I'm Stevie Wonder

Easter eggs like golden tickets milenge toh dikhega Willy Wonka

I′m a mind reader yaani jaanta hu har ek outcome jaise Mike Chioda

Trilingual, boutta add Spanish just for you idiotas

Fucking killed the beat, aur waqt hai resurrection ka so let me pass it over

Cody on the beat so it's not nice

Spinach in my wallet call me Popeye

I'll be lookin out for the termites

Swami Prophit Moses make it all right

Roll down the street while I′m looking so fancy

I′m writing hits like Clancy

GTA wheelies on the fuckin banshee

Michelin stars on my neck call me Ramsey

Click click click with the Kodak

911 where the hoes at

Drown in benjamins I'm swimming

Break it down bitch I′m winning

In the Q7, whip it right left

Dodging potholes it be like this

Fuck out my way cyclists, yeah

Head in the sky might just pull up a flight risk

I know what you want, I know you living a lie

30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time

Don′t know why you only frontin for style

You ain't from here uh that shit ain′t gonna fly

I know what you want, I know you living a lie

30-year watch ain't gonna tell you time

Don't know why you only frontin for style

You ain′t from here uh that shit ain′t gonna fly

Prophit came back like a bounce-back

Hopping on tracks with the muhfucking mandem

Scopin out fakes who obsessed with the racks and whip em with the lads in tandem

Take it back to the old days

Slangin the coke days

Pushin Ts get that payload

Crouching tiger with the hidden dragon

All Guns blazing when the day come

Hard bars so addictive your boy had to go to damn rehab

Tryna change the game

No need for fame

Open yo minds to that real rap

Citiwave the only way we fresher than greens from your grocer

Get that paring knife like Hannibal

Obtaining spleens you're the donor

Why you make me do all of the same things

I′m tired of wasting my time on lame flings

I'm boutta strap up cuz I know fame kills

I′m signin the checks cuz you got fake bills

Cody gonna play if the boys say so

I got cheddar on me bitch I'm dripping queso

Cashing in royalties gotta check the pesos

I′ve got the triple caution Samir will go slow