Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Blvck Svm
Künstler:in
Boldy James
Künstler:in
eeryskies
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Benjamin Glover
Texte
James Clay Jones III
Texte
Joshua Carroll
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
CHXLL
Ingenieur:in
eeryskies
Produzent:in
Lyrics
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam
40 for a zone
Couple clientele sounding frantic on the phone, tryna get it before it's gone
Niggas scraping on the maple, they can't leave it alone
It's a few that's only here for the filling within the bones
I don't blame em, I just break em down
This Santoku turn the muscle into butter, not a falter, not a stutter
They watching from a distance, not a single word is uttered
Final slice is reminiscent of a Mariano cutter
I'm a rising star in two games, cast iron skillet sit on blue flames
Trim the fat and drop it on the heat like a Pat Riley contract
Bumping Biggie manual, this Gucci gas mask help me eurostep a contact
Ain't no ventilation, I can't have these fumes escaping
Whole ensemble headed straight to the cleaners
Adjust to the fever with Cuban freezer links thicker than a polar bear femur
Temperature colder than the weather they dream of
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam
Long live the Ruler
All these VVS stones from the jeweler glowing in my Cuban
Staring at the ceiling of the Rolls, shit feel like I'm shrooming
I'm still in touch with all the shooters
Really grew up 7 6 and selling dust to all the users
Abusing the drank, girly pouring up a cup of Luna
You know that we fucking, just to put a hush on all the rumors
To end all the speculation, six degrees of separation
The pedigree I was breeded preceded my reputation
Streets is a devil's haven, left my faith with a scar
Ain't plan to make it this far, exceeded my expectation
Blunts full of gumbo, jumbo Patek Philippe
Cuz I been up more than down through these valleys and peaks
Mag in my fleece to put it all in perspective
Now it's Somerset Collection, pockets full of cash and receipts
Rocking Gallery Dept. in the 'jects with a key
Fuck the Department of Correct, ain't no correction for me
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Can't afford to fumble, I can't let these niggas flu flam
Purple flower printed on the last drop
Set my navigation to the stash spot
Turn to Mike Alstott and tote the pack with two hands
Writer(s): Joshua Carroll, Benjamin Benjamin Glover
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