Ride Of The Valkeries

That wasn't the way they raised me
 Opened Up Towns like Phase 3
 Red in that all red paisley
 Shit going brazy
 Drop on ya knees
 Your bitches they praise me
 Dirty the dancing Patrick the Swayze
 Drummers like Swae Lee
 Bitch I'm da Baby
 Had all the babies
 In trunk of Mercedes
 Tell me who stated the wave
 Master the science
 To art you a slave
 Depart in the grave
 Open the seasons
 Dope and the Caesar's
 Quarter the gallons of water we selling
 Spitting out seeds like water the melons
 The sort of the felons
 Going to sleep wake to money
 We auto the selling
 Hort the culture more than the melons
 Play fair 10K for the throne like Wayfair
 Hyper dimensional warfarers
 My snipers were sentinel fore bearers
 Four square ya and then Fortnite ya
 Cut all the grass find lost vipers
 Lost on Rikers
 Snuck in the Uzi in linings like cloth diapers
 Lost cyphers divorcing the Pheiffers
 The start of the fiscal
 The darker the crystals
 Bullets with Amethyst
 The darker the pistols
 Start up the shit show