[Sample]
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Yo, ayo
Mach-Hommy
Spray up your building like DONDI
Juanito Alimaña on the trolley, bonfire, spin the tyres for a Barbie
Burnin’
Reciprocate the love hearty, Audrey
Hearty views use spang me later for the gory truth
Best way to get away is probably through beaucoup
Hoes choose, gangstas play us if they gators don't chew
Au jus
I take it if it makin' some glue
You gotta hydrate
Eat up the pus*y like Sade
Gussy up the rookie like Bombay, we winnin’
Dimming privacy blinds in the choc' Wraith, heart-shaped
Keep grinning Hijabs in the crawl space
All safes
Geese pâté over broccolis
Causeway speed knees capped in a lacrosse game, Balmain
Vegan cheese slathered over shark steak
PSEG the Gleesh, ration up the frog legs
Keepin' you rap n*ggas on rami
Wallahi ain't no suhoor
I pass the pilaf pack in the lobby
Dirty gook
Asiatic spook, very loose
3.80 for respectin' [?]
Curry stew, the Curry favour with the soup
Sell drugs in front the neighbors on the stoop
[Verse 2: Heem Stogied]
Check
n*ggas is talkin' practice, my sh*t is played around the f*ckin' atlas
I flip raps like a p*ssy mattress
Fly as f*ck, I'm sharper than a cactus
Ready to take the planet like Galactus
Worldwide two souls collide
Ain't nothin' changed commit a homicide
Heem Stogied lyrical drive-by
When I shoot everybody die
You better be ready to ask God 'why'?
When I kick this flysh*t you get a cold drift
I had to learn how to move swift
Sip slow with a blunt of piff
n*ggas actin' dumb the 40 on my f*ckin' hip
So watch the words out your f*ckin' lips
Cuz I smoke motherf*cka like some rare tips
n*gga this God's gift
Thug sh*t and politics he demolish sh*t
You lame n*ggas copy sh*t, outta style like a floppy disc
n*ggas be out the f*ckin' mix, break your bones like a f*ckin' Twix I'm tryna hit a million dollar lick
n*ggas is ballin' with the flick of the wrist
Everyday a n*gga take a risk
Black man in this lonely land
My n*ggas ready to clap like a f*ckin' marching band
This pure heat, b*tch I got the golden hand
The man with the master plan tryna build a bigger brand
Time will tell in this wicked land
Fake n*ggas get buried in the f*ckin' land
I'm upset makin' these n*ggas dance, shoot a n*gga out his f*ckin' stance
I recycle like Steve Lance, I got twenty five years in my f*ckin' pants
f*ck the police, them n*ggas can never catch me
Runnin' the game this is practice at a track meet
I'm AI, f*ck a trap beat