Soul Reaver (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

(FUBU got that flame)

Fuck on a stripper, I made her my main bitch

Walk like I'm Michael, I'm feeling so dangerous

Andy Warhol with the flow, I'm a painter

So many clothes man I ran out of hangers

My bitch like Monica, no not the singer

Cory Matthews with white bitch like Topanga

Acne my denim, you still wearing Wrangler

You **** not gangsters, y'all going through phases

Copy the drip and they taking the property

Neighborhood superstars but no celebrities

Feel like I'm Triple H, check out my pedigree

Smokin a blunt and a cop just harass me

She calling me Eminem cause I'm so shady

Five rings on my fingers, I feel like Tom Brady

Ed Reed on the track man I should've played safety

Swear I love Glocks bitch, got no safety

Switch up the weather, options, maybe

Polo'd my socks, cotton laces

They loving to hate, my bitch she crazy

Come with the beam, Star Wars lightsaber

Playing that bitch like a game, Space Invaders

Had to boss up man I can't give no favors

Into the dragon, I feel like Aladdin

Like Sega I Saturn, I fuck up the pattern

I pack up the package, I ran up the rackets

I track up the track and I spaz with the ratchet

Nice with the rapping

On sight with the castle

On caps with the casting

I count with the masses

Mix with the missiles, I dance with the Jacksons

Fatal attraction like **** what's cracking

**** what's popping like Twelvyy be popping

Like Addie be mobbing like really be blazing

Really amazing

This for the gods and all for the blasé like, fuck is you saying?

I know what'll really make 'em matter, yeah, yeah

I know what'll really make 'em matter, yeah, yeah

Money is the only thing that matters, yeah, yeah

Family is the only thing that matters, yeah, yeah

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey, hey

All my new bitches ass is fatter, hey, yeah

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey, yeah

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey, yeah

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey, hey

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey, hey

Got a Glock that shit will make you shatter, hey, hey

High as hell I'm smoking on the cheddar, yeah, yeah

Fucking on a shorty ass is fatter, hey, hey

Diamonds like Michael Jackson badder, hey, hey

Diamonds look like glasses when they shatter, hey, hey

I know what'll really make 'em matter, hey (Woah)