[ Featuring Moe Sample ]
Money on my mind it's about time to rake it up
Grabbing all the doe n getting papercuts
Yo the world is fake is fuk but I'm peeking right behind the curtain tho
Go against the system like I'm Serpico
Lurking in the alleyways acting badly behaved
No shade catching rays while I'm bumping Onyx Last Dayz
Whatever happened to some old fashioned rage?
Like tryna save your ass from anything is passé
Covid age globe is hotter like it's okay
Go into public n afraid of being blown away
I hope it rains like when Noah came w the ark
Wash it all away n start over in the dark
On your mark ready set go
Steady Fresh Mode
Get the Sesh from Moe bet it's heavy as some neck rolls
Lay the verse throw the hook like I'm Sekiro
Call em Krakatoa n it's set it blow
Sprinkling oregano up on a square slice
DiFara's Pizzeria that's a paradise
Shaking up the rap game like it's a pair of dice
Swell the God said I'm dead nice
Money on my mind it's about time to rake it up
Grabbing all the doe n getting papercuts
Yo the world is fake is fuk but I'm peeking right behind the curtain tho
Go against the system like I'm Serpico
Purchase the flow from the merchant outta the fourth game,
I'm going hard as f*ck until I see a Score change,
Serving up the gourmet, linguini and some chopped clams,
God damn, she sent a pic, glitching out the broadband,
Stupid thick, overheating, melting the computer chips,
Whipping up a Roux, super quick, see me shoot the shit,
360, no scope it, Hulk Hogan, with the pythons,
My god, hes not joking, not ya paisan, grab the tripod, lock focus,
Honing in, despite all odds, I stopped smoking,
Still smoking hot, Sizzling, Fajitas out the kitchen quick,
Pair it with the ice tea, colder then a witches tit,
Won't stop, till I'm triple digits, Or I'm stone dead,
Old head, talking shit, Sipping on a Code red,
Y'Know me well, Holy Hell, Bobby with the Fresh Rhymes,
See me out at Joey L's, living my best life