hyogo

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I'm in Bottega Veneta
 Waffle-knit stitch on the sweater
 Parakeet green on the letters
 I don't be rocking no butters, if you see me booted it's Maison Margiela
 Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar
 Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
 I'm doing numbers like stars at the Mecca
 In Issey Miyake, I flooded Tribeca
 Tryna save room for my dinner, but I done been touching more bread than a champion of checkers
 I crave all the pressure, they cave under pressure, the difference is clear
 Ain't miss a target in over a year
 I bet you could tell by this Rick Owens tactical gear, yeah
 I got remarkable range
 Midas put fingers to fangs, and also the mains, so only the molars remain
 I pick up a couple of chains, a bustdown, a plain, examine the different terrains
 I used to just be in my brain, my love for the game, but now I can feel it in veins, yeah
 Came from the sediment, niggas throw dirt on my name, it's irrelevant
 Money been callin', my minutes unlimited, talkin' much louder than negative sentiment
 Blood on my 90s, they matchin' the vetements
 Late to the session, I pull up in revenent
 Hop in the booth with my demons, I let em in
 They want a feature, so we had to get em in
 Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar
 Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
 Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar
 Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
 Yeah, Cartier frames, I'm professor Frink
 Niggas think I picked Chicago for school, I really just wanted to flex in a mink
 Might take a trip to re-up on my ink
 I'm on a plane in a beater and links
 Call up an Uber, it stop at the corner, I probably won't flood it, that shit was a Brinks
 Armour, no chinks, chain mail every week
 Sternum Bojangles, I keep a three-piece
 Throw me a sack and a couple of beats
 I'll send back the gas, it's nothing to me
 To get to the rack had to make a few pivots
 My wrist is on frigid, my neck half a ticket
 The rhythm they make when they hitting, intricate
 These niggas is shady, I don't wanna kick it
 Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar
 Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
 Double-R came with umbrella, they tryna rain on my parade from the cellar
 Only do beef when a farmer in Hyogo dispatch it, I got no vendettas
 

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Duration
02:33
Key
10
Tempo
130 BPM

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