VIRTUOSO, Pt. 1 Lyrics

Hands on my flow keep steady

Got a ransom write my note

I got heavy with mic so hear my lip

A black Chevy with the lights off caught you slip

It's like

I just set up in London and got more coming

Foreign boy on the block

We get attention from it

Better tune up the shop for I'm stepping in it

Straight shooter the shot the black Wesson did it

Pot called the kettle mad

Guess I'm going crazy with it

Back with the knapsack

Going expat with it leaving

Working on these tracks got a visa with it

Scheming

Ain't got no regrets

I don't ever break even

Running from these demons

And the lust that precede them

I got love for the money

And a lust for the game

I ain't stop till I boast me a big ass chain

And a house in my name

Prowess a household name

Got a housewife living like I'm home on the range

I might be huffing the paint

Feel like I'm going insane

Balloon boys breathing

Put a hole in the brain

Its like running out of time

I'll invest in a wrist watch

Rollie time piece never quartz it don't tik tok

Breathing down my neck hot

Icicle the neck lock

Top of your top spot

Now you bout to find out

Fuck

Everything I write is all caps

You can run it back

V one cold night raps you don't remember that

And we ain't blood

I bleed E&P the best of me

Only two niggas at the top

And he next to me

Letter me

Sound it out phonetically

Rapping over better beats

Chef made specialty

Legacy ahead of me

Competition enemy

Divine with my energy

Kind with tenacity

The past life got me and no one ever taught me

The misfit posse

Rolling in the mazi

I'm hot like potato

Machiavelli I'm the prince

Cuba in a minute

Pay atonement for the sins

Ain't a gap I ain't finished

Till a chip and a ring

Cancel me the time out

The fat lady sings

When God come to find me

Its take me to the King

If they put me in the dirt

Black prophet did things

Work move craft

Shadow clone my team

Baby come find me

Up in France I leave

Need a type out sheet

I don't chase my dreams

Been living my shit

These lines make green

This life

I'm going to spaz no chorus

I don't care if it finishes

I been chasing for the bag

Miss pence and penniless

They been looking for the tax

Because the revenue limitless

Pop a pill blow a seal

Shit talking at home

Same nigga on the couch

Living with mom

Be a mild mannered dude but I'm losing my calm

Be a mogul tycoon if you give me the dough

Y'all playing me a fool if I ain't rapping enough

It's up