The Red Moon In Osaka

Yeah

Know the bag is limitless, ****

Know what I'm sayin'?

Shit gettin' crazy, ****

I swear to God

Look, no, you never committed one crime, fraud

My **** getting active if it's one line crossed

The punchline god, I never took one line off

They love my shit, they saying, "Tell 'em 'bout the gun line bars!"

Killers behind me, I put that on Mama Connie

My two sons gon' continue my legacy, Bryce and Bronny

**** be dodging them shows out in Cali, it's way too grimy

Shit, I got my biggest bag in L.A., Shohei Ohtani, ****

Uh, I pulled up in something that cost me one point four

Rocking the kind of jewels they'll hold you at gunpoint for

Why you think my bitch look like she off the runway for?

Bitch, I'm a boss, that's why my **** with the gunplay for

Stay in my bag, shit, I don't even take a Sunday off

Why them **** quick to point the finger once they fall?

I do my shows with my fire tucked, we live as fuck

I'm fried as fuck, I put Forgiatos on the Cybertruck

Machine

**** ain't fucking with me

**** ain't fucking with me

**** ain't fucking with me

Look, twenty-eight grams times thirty-six

Fentanyl in it, that's a dirty brick

Times that by thirty when we work the strip

Cook it so long, I went to write this verse, it hurt my wrist

**** can't match the flow, it take a certain gift

Working my wrist, scraping that bowl like we was churnin' grits

Look, why you ain't start banging till you like thirty-six?

Everybody in my camp fire, boy, we burnin' sticks

She said she ain't impressed by my money, shit, we could tell

You just another bum bitch with a BBL

**** can't match my drive, not even with they CDL

Cut the tape off that brick, it had the pee pee smell

I know them pussy **** wanna see me fail

Well, I got news for you, the odds stacked against me, I navigated, maneuvered through

Amalfi coasts, Lambos, yachts, some bitches and a goon or two

I signed that Shady deal, I still had powder in my cuticles

Now shit looking beautiful, ****

Ah

Machine

What's up, big guy?

Stay true blue, word?

It's your brother, Chef, right here, man

Came a long way together, ****

Breakin' atoms and scraping fams, and all that, you hear me?

Word up

Mighty buff, know your cloth is embraced with nothing but tons of medals, ****

I said this

And all those extraordinary lines

You always keep the bar big for those little ****

And we the freshest, ****, you the freshest

To the whole Griselda Academy, we spoke on this years ago

I see all y'all **** greatness

We just gettin' started

You already know

Tuxedo killers in sweatsuits, ****, who vow to rhyme majestically

All summer and all winters, ****, nothing changes

Tell those little frail ****, stay away from my lands and sharecrops

You know? Let's get back to what we love

What we been doin'

We rhyme and chase money up in Chase, ****

This is movie shit to us, Golden Globe gangsters, ****, from all parts of the planet

They see it, the zeniths to the cinema, ****

Our street mansions remain intact

So stay transparent, man

From the blue clear gazelle days, ****, to buying whatever the fuck we want now

Stay sharked up, stay being sharks, ****, the Navy SEALs, man

Those ****, those little ****, they grasshoppers to us, man

So keep controlling the wheel, Lord

From me to you, now that's my time

Just wanted to get that off my chest

We don't say, "Keep it a hunnid," we say, "Keep it five hunnid, ****"

So remember those Staten, New York boys love you

Kiss the babies for us, my ****

Stay on you're come-up shit

Salute our troops, one hunnid