Swing

Don't give me your swing, I got mines and that's the thing

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings

Don't give me your swing, I got mine and that's the thing

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings

Now for the grab the stash, to the alley Varner any splash

Trying not to crash, swerving got the la la on the dash

Getting bent up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam

Shit is candy yams, now we moving on the ancient mans

They using psycho vision for the Valentino Gorabani

Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs

Heist the harbors, word to godfathers getting bleed

Chasing on Savanna down to Venice, sign a sire about my alley

Vending ways that's how it was 'cause

Now they got us blaming at the fuzz it's all gun and poses

On a bed of roses getting shrugged, wrap him in a rug

Leave him on the roof till he stink, hit the pool hall

Fled the Calico and watch him blink, moving on Picaso

Painting my portraits and condos 'cause when the Lo blows

Only the Lord knows who Doe knows

Don't give me your swing, I got mines and that's the thing

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings

Don't give me your swing, I got mine and that's the thing

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings

I don't hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers

Whatever kid sayers get down with no delaying

I play my cards shark style, kings and aces

Welcome to New York, the illest of all places

I never bleed even through this plaza of greed

You got the rarest, true ain't game in your world

Not them Forrest Gump **** with shades and S curls

I tilt my crown fly I'm trying to angle you girl

The me and you alliance is no doubt the fly science

We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style

The million dollar necks word go head crack a smile

My name is Ish and that's something even in this tish

Of pimps, players, hustlers and killers and they wish

You're pretty to me, put me in your frame

Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than blow

You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino and Pfieffer

My queen will shine on brinks three karats and brighter

Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter

Them clown kids you dealt never belt

I came around swift and got felt

That champagne brand name style got melt

My man Killah Jules put me close to these jewels

That's dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools

Don't give me your swing, I got mines and that's the thing

Don't give me your swing, I got mines and that's the thing

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings

Blasé, blasé, blasé, who name bell rings