Listen, I'm back on my fucking griz//
Best Coast CEO, you know what it is//
I write rhymes and I write checks//
My son's name's tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Rose gold and diamonds, I'm lowkey stunting//
You got glass in your pendant, you high key fronting//
I got porn star swipe, your balls smaller than bunions//
I'm the shit, you just smell like onions//
I'm behind the wheel, riding with warrants//
09 Paul Revere, I ride with a warning//
Them black and gold coats is coming, pillage and plunder//
If you got cover, suggest that you hide under//
My wrath rips skin and meat from bone//
There's not a dam man made that can stop my flow//
Ruthess music mercenary, lyrically I'll merk you//
My swag goes forever like the circumference of a circle//
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