Verse 1
The game is sold, hastily told? Safely no
Chain cold, adorned in ropes draped in gold
Test reverend? Flex weapons, press Wesson
You food, prey from the pews, bless the brethren

Keep the spliff, Dimly lit, the eyes glimmer
Picture this, Jesus piece on a fly sinner
Masked glint, sharp prints on the wife beater
Interracial, blacks tints on the white beamer

I chose the stove, grossing dough, moving deals
Stand up men shoot to kill, that's true and real
We living hand to mouth to scoop a meal
You can't put your best feet forward to foot the bill

They showed the news
This gold digging rat was soul singing black, and the damn fool can hold the tunes
Show and prove
Plug took charge, hold the tools, metal to his brain like a neck brace to blow his fuse

Chorus 2x
Fly to death, I'm Icarus with it
Come correct, plugs connect and fuck with it
Pure Bolivian raw, there's no cut in it
Nothing funny, getting money and run with it

Verse 2
Let the metal fly, wearing puma leather slides
Eating shepherds pie, shrimp's butter dipped, stir and fry
These text apply to the most Superbly fly
Clearly written, My dirty linen I air and dry

Gunmen swerving by, problem rectified,
Piece go in your zip code, neighbors testify
Spray cans like pesticides,
Truly violent, move in silence like Tesla's electric ride

The pain I recognize, paint and texturize
Before covid, the whole clique had the best disguise
Mask and gloves, wrapped the snub, keep the feds deprived
Canvas gave me answers that the rest despised

Top tier, cross hairs is where I specialize
I know a fiend, for a ki, you could test his drive
He will do it nothing but decrepit pride
No joke, for gold ropes, put his neck in line

Chorus 2x
Fly to death, I'm Icarus with it
Come correct, plugs connect and fuck with it
Pure Bolivian raw, there's no cut in it
Nothing funny, getting money and run with it

Verse 3

Barrage of hate, panache is great, but most believers
Mitigate stress giving great sex and blowing cheeba
Casuals hate and cower safe
They Heard through the grapevine I was living so they devour sour grapes

If you don't think I'm one of the best rhymers
You've lost the plot, veteran actor with Alzheimer's
Thoroughbred, on my high horse, on some hero shit
Pride before a fall but I'm the one on an ego trip

The money calling, you know, its interest time
Music to my ears call waiting on a business line
Improved delivery, spewing the best of flows
They still send me hate mail for pushing the envelope

In the streets you catch a case tryna secure a bag
Incentivized to deal brick, you've got a rocky past
You speak in your raps you living the trap I'm with metal, car jacking like I'm fixing a flat.

Chorus 2x
Fly to death, I'm Icarus with it
Come correct, plugs connect and fuck with it
Pure Bolivian raw, there's no cut in it
Nothing funny, getting money and run with it