Pomogranite

Yeah, ha ha!
Cocksucker!
Ha ha!

Bless Lord, carrier, S car, interior
Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area

Ex-con, not the type of n*gga that you flex on
Mr. Carlton Fisk baby seen it all and done it all
Shell casings, left many murals on the wall
A million candles for you man, I bet I light em all
Biscotti, guava cake, when I light the raw
Moving through the streets of New York while lightning pour
Devise a plan with my man, the demise is yours
Got me in your building with the shotty up down the hall

Maneuver money, my shooters remove who movin' funny
Cash is king, think differently n*gga use your dummy
Fiends in your spot, licking plates, that's pitiful
Twelve at the door now, situation critical
Tear gas stung grenade rolled through the floor
Hit the fire escape, bruh man fifth floor
First cop swept through the doors
His gun went off and hit my worker in the shoulder, he spun and let the clip off

Whatever he's saying is facts
I pull in 2M machine, wool up all the exteriors, waxed
Gallow in the rearview is movies on relaxed
Choose for a confrontation, you gon get snatched
Vesses in S, classes getting fat
All my main shooters got money, they all jacked
Flows is hungry I just ask
I sit amongst bosses, you n*ggas is horses go get strapped
Leathers, fur coats on, and hats
Came through like Frank Matthews bring all stacks
Yeah it's Park Hilly on wax
All that shit you really on they really don't match
Ha ha! Sounds silly, don't get clapped
Make my man Mitch hit you, Don go get the jets
Next time you might get killed for more racks
See me out in London with lambs and all flats

I step with the steppers
Foot on they neck, applying pressure
Eating good, piling on extra
Cold as Minnesota weather
I send them home on a stretcher
Facts, I go crazy over lesser
Born in the fire, I talk with the dragon's breath
Cashing checks, that's the flex
Watch what happened next
Action on the set
Put carats on my neck
I'm in Paris on the jet
I was rapping on the steps
That's Cynthia's son
I be tripping how these n*ggas is stunned
How I'm having such a pivotal run
Used to do it for fun
Now give me my ones
You a flashlight standing near the physical sun
Fully loaded with all the features
For all the non-believers
They on the sidelines, watching from the bleachers
Deck Jeter, guest speaker, check the meter
I'm giving n*ggas shakes and chills with this fever

Bless Lord, carrier, S car, interior
Dons don't bow, move the crowd when they're hearing ya
Kick down the door, don't stop till they bury ya
Throwing swords for mine, we get live in your area