Lyrics

Mamacita, como estas señorita?
My mind holds the power that'll make your body switch
Heavy artillery, I'll leave him souless
20-20 vision, I can scope through a fence
I evanish
I'm staring at the man in the mirror and I see no blemish
Record after record like my last name Guinness
Mix good with the bad, Seafood be a chemist
Hide where the rim is
I'm elevatin' to a level they'll never forget
Salvatore money hangin' over my bed
Doctor Martens boots makin' hard when I step
I keep my black skin covered in gold
Angels watching over me, Annie and Rose
Getting messy on the field, I keep coming with goals
Maybe, I'm too hard on myself
And there's nobody else like me (Is no one else like me)
Someday I'll be up in the hills, this is something I guarantee
Taking what I know, turn it into gold
Get it on my own, never will I fold
Taking what I know turn it into gold
Get it on my own, never will I fold
My thoughts can see the future, my brain stuck in the past
All gold fronts whenever I move the mask
Provide what you need so fuck whatever you ask
Handgun in a coat pocket right near the flask
Men in black showed up, all he saw was a flash
Black dog called Monitone, I show me your past
You see I rose out the mud with every thorn on point
I don't shake but I taper the points
To keep it blunt with you she can tell I'm a joint
And we all know I'm out of her league
She plottin' for the pockets or she after my seed
440 flat when they clocking my speed
Maybe, I'm too hard on myself
And there's nobody else like me (Is no one else like me)
Someday I'll be up in the hills, this is something I guarantee
Taking what I know, turn it into gold
Get it on my own, never will I fold
Taking what I know, turn it into gold
Get it on my own, never will I fold
Make sure you roll up to this
Hook up to this
You know?
I'm tryna put you **** on game
It's on you to pay attention tho
Written by: Anthony Lynn, Bryan E R, Christian Eleazar Meraz
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