This ain't no freestyle
This an expensive style
Wangekaofficial over Gucci garms
Eighteen I had a dream that I could spit and touch the mic
At the time
I thought what the tick I'm wasting time
Tasty
I'm fruity tutti, with the flavours
Like Shrek said
I'm an onion with the layers
Layers
Build up a tower with the prayers
Like kendrick said
Ain't nobody praying for me
And the devils on my case
Like he's supposed to be
He can run a real g check but
I'm backed with the powers that be
I'm not arrogant
I'm just all that
I'm not a little this
An I'm defo not a little that
When I get to the top
I'm taking all that
For my family and tribe
I'll bring it all back
You want more more more
But you got no stacks
I'm blessed with what I have
So it all stacks
As I said
I'm rich in spirit
Ask ray from church
And his nephews
If you sneeze
I'll say bless you
Dash you my soundcloud
And then hit you with a tune
Dash you my soundcloud
And then hit you with a tune
Isolaking so bury me in a tomb
With a flatscreen on mtv
Two thousand two
Cus when I'm dead
My soul lives forever
But I'll I'll still be licking souls with my tunes
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Captain america needs a shield but I got god
Tchalla hits the floor, gets the club bouncing
I'm the master of my fate
I won't be done out till the day that
On the stairway to heaven
I'll catch an elevator
Look at back at the dominion like see ya later
Plan to leave a mark on this world
With a sharpie or something
Remain blunt and to the point
Bic biro becoming