[Verse 1:]
I’m the ghoul to your goblin, an Internet phantom
Write a banger in a second, hop on a beat then I end ’em
You’re taking rap from the streets to a million dollar mansion
Your wrist is so sloppy from all this Versace
Your rhymes are just gettin’ abandoned
Got this club going ham, like it’s Tuesday
We swimming in jacuzzis, rollin’ deep in stacks so excuse me
You finna go dumb, that mean you brainless?
Guess then your mouth where your money is, you gameless
The lions on the prowl, mane, this hood is Pride Rock
Bangin’ out our battle cry, we don’t even need Glocks
Step your foot on out, yeah you know this dance
Step in again, I’ll make you London Bridge
I’ll make like Drizz, get off my land
Rhymes in and out, like we served you quick
You tossin’ bars and prayin’ something sticks
While all you rappers fightin’ ’bout Azealia and Azalea
I be gettin’ all that paper ’cause this king needs regalia
[Verse 2:]
My clique ain’t one you mess with, we top floor man, we A-list
La familia es sagrada, como se dice, “Your Excellence”
See, we be screamin’ through lanes, ballin’ harder than ten Mikes
Don’t even kid yourself, you ain’t all that
You’re all of that, what I don’t like
Come on, man, you trippin’, you fried right up like chicken
Got a neon sign, drop your weapon
Preachin’ Murcis, we ain’t into whippin’
Imma Scrooge McDuck in my moolah, get on my level, bruja
This ruler ain’t a holy roller, ’cause I ain’t a shaker, I’m a movah
No disrespect, I ain’t tryna make enemies
We run the rock, while you still buildin’ energy
Your crew be on the way out like you history
My crew be takin’ a lap like it’s victory
Ok, let’s go, in 1, 2, 3 (you dig?)
Goin’ in on a verse, Mob spit it, Mob wrote it
Make the beat rest in peace in a sleeper hold, choke it
’Til the screams from the haters turn the symphony from bittersweet
To an anthem they repeat in the streets so take a seat
Rhythm is intoxicating, people swayin’ ’til the morning
Killin’ all the game so hard the rest of rappers be in mourning
Claim I got no chill, but I’m gettin’ icicles
We swerve in Lambos while you ride a tricycle
Boom-bap to trap, we been ruling the roost
Like we always get nothin’ but net (swish)
No flex in this zone, we be droppin’ these hot boys
Man watch yourself, was that a threat?
Pull up, it’s a mob scene
Racks on racks, we gone green
I’ll ask you, who gon stop me?
They dream of joinin’ our team
We tip it off the backboard
Give pointers on the blackboard
Our paper planes are our passports
If you the real Slim, then step forward
All me, oh me, oh my, we fly
Turn up, we run this house tonight
Straight thuggin' hustlers like it's our code
Homie, hold on, we goin’ home
