I'll be sure

They must of found
What they lost from the start
When most would call it an Art
Verses perpetual oysters
They clam when they shit don’t tock
I fixed it in meticulous with the parts
Dope repetitive heavy
Known to mettle when the kettle’s lit
Burning like the bunsen
Took my feels went and buried it
This cash ain’t to front
Stupid all get is ash from the blunt
Driven in that S Class not to taunt
In a white pair
Had sprint to my machine at Le Mans
To the finish I’ve done lap to the front
Hyperbolic put up for the month
Body ya cast then pay the tap
Respected over some brunch
Back from the pillaging
Filthy like I was digging for double sevens of that iridium
These niggas can’t full off the malnourishment y’all giving them
Ain’t nearly as pure
But I’ll be sure