Rixh Lord Poor Lord

Yo, watch my spit, that’s liver flow, you should go
Go ask Pompeii, they oughta know
Buried in ash, spent my nights buried in ash
I’m a pharaoh, so you know I’m buried with cash
My tomb is the train for the soul
My rap bars are solid gold
My real thoughts elusive, you can’t hold
My real shapes are morphish, you can’t mold
My kung fu is the centipede vs. the toad
That’s five deadly, I’m sure brothers could ride medleys
And when you go apeshit, I’ll go yeti
The Abominable Snowman who walks heavy
That’s not part of the program, sir, don’t cross me
Sucka
Camel Supreme trench, we rich
Bricks is 40 plus, we lush
My 3 shooters all dust
At the mess, spilt 94 on the tux
Aston Martin parade this spraying
Lit his ass up like Vegas
Pistol whipped him with the Trey Pound 'til he braindead
Bitches say I’m gorgey, yellow Porsche
Pulled up on your block, topped out, bum-bum-bum-bum-bum with the 40
All my lil niggas got a body or two
If I wasn’t a god, then I’d probably be you
I got the baddest bitch you’d ever seen tying my shoe
Waved the TEC out to call a blink and not shoot
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Thousand dollars for one shoe
Ayo, barely on the shooter
Wall in the alley, pushing the caddy out in Cali (Skrr)
Do your foul, hang a nigga from the beach bridge
Pay them for lease case
They getting kinky, 15, he started smiling
We wilin', we wilin'
Griselda by Fashion Rebels