Ominous Opulence

[Verse 1: Marc Mavri¢k]
Hit a lick
Yeah nigga, hit a lick
Blew it on yo' bitch
Blew the shit
Yeah, I blew this shit
Then she sucked the dick
Yeah I told her strip
Yeah I told her strip
Mothafucka you fuckin' with
I'mma fuckin' pimp
Fuckin' pimp
Chillin' wit' the 'files
Put 'em in the 6
I'm innocent
Crackers gave me 5 shoulda gave me 6
Suck the dick
I don't give a fuck
5 percenter shit
Sin the shit
Know I get it low
Then I flip the shit
Bring it back
Know I'm gettin' cash
Know I'm gettin' that
Blew it fast
Then she blew my mind
Then I blew her back
Blew it all today
I don't give a fuck
I get it back
Movin' heavy D
I don't give a fuck I'm in the trap
In the trap
All you niggas whack
All you niggas whack

[Interlude: Da$H]
All you niggas fuckin' whack man
True fact
Niggas know who the fuck it is
Yo, yo, yo
[Verse 2: Da$H]
Risk taker like Evel Knievel
Mickey Knox wit' the box cutter
Woulda play a dead bolt the way it lock butter
Cop hunter, invest in the block in case the stocks plunger
Rappers cock munching
I'm top tier, let it off and then the block clear
I'm who opps fear, you faker than a croc's tears
Straight for sauce, and the taker here to steak the odds
Play the cards right, you end up a dealer with pounds to the ceiling
Assorting paper work, you a squealer
I don't need partners, in and outta state, counting mounds of cake
Cross the map, price is see-sawing, up and down the rate
Saw your bitch had some lips on her, so I drown her face
Same newspaper, different story, niggas really bore me
Rhyming poorly, say you real but repping all your homies stories
Living like a [?], mob connected nigga, drama tested
Mac-11 with the cooler out is turning problems wretched
Mind infested, devious thoughts help me pay the cost
Living wild, appointment with the reaper get filed
Problem child, going hard until my number dialed
I turn the phone off, fuck it, nigga I'm thrown off
The Captain make it happen, ran myself into a gold Porche
Porter need a Mazi, and the [?] end up a body nabbed
Did 5, came home brolic, we need the profit
Want the drop 6, live off experience, on some lock shit
Dead man walking, I'm sparking anything cross my path
4 pound larking, it turn a faggot to walking scabs
Test my word, my niggas flexing, bending, and stretching birds
All my men absurd, mess of murder so that the message heard
Yeah, pussy nigga cut that text alert

Cause if you ain't know, and so you do now
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