Merlin ft. Holy & DJ Corey Grand Lyrics

Look, devilish minds think alike For me, murdering a rapper like riding a bike

Born with a cold heart, it's time to fill it with strife

Take a chance with your life with just a roll of a dice

I'm the Don, nigga, watch where you walk I got a gang of Guyanese and African women

Who know when to talk I'm even bombing rappers, that's in New York

Through the East, and up North Big gave a Cleveland, nigga, the torch

Got my lessons from rap gods, I'm just mixin' the sauce

Can't walk a mile in my shoes or even step in my cloth

Niggas claim they want beef, but only stirrin' some broth

Like Bane from the Dark, my sewer niggas fiendin' the spark

When it's time for makin' money, you niggas move like a sloth

I make a dollar every step, that's how you move like a boss

My rap style strategic, my flow change like seasons

You beatin' me, egregious, Sith Lord, general grievous

I'm into Ponzi scheming extortion, American dreamin

I give dap to thieves, demons, a bunch of heathens

I pitch dope to receivers, you follow the leader

Give me a pen and some cheers, turn an atheist to a believer

I come from runs Adidas, LL with the speaker

Dressed like I'm in the kitchen, a baker just like Anita

Uh, all my niggas dons and only fuck with Don Divas

Stayin' fly, linens underneath drugs and Nina's, motherfucker