Designer Cloth ft. Lord Jessiah, Solomon Childs & Salute Da Kidd Lyrics

Uh yeah, uh yeah, uh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

The concept of a scorpion king

I don't book flights, the G4 lay on the west wing

Bonified thug no offspring

I'm fatal like a hamstring

Still the closest thing to Biggie Smalls

No play thing

Because I aint blow yet,

My grandaddy say I should that I should say fuck everything

Where the headquarters?

I'm with the group killa, snowstorm

Where your chinchillas?

Shit that arthritis, that new world thriller

Niggas always talk behind your back

Perpetrating to their broads

Lying over they tracks,

Wishing my team could see setbacks

Cause they trying to do what we do,

But it's never the same impact

What's the gimmick

It's my house, y'all play the tenant

Tried to sell it

But poor minds couldn't even rent it

My event to descent moving up in direction

Uncommon when I'm bombing,

Known to wipe out a section

Like infections untreated, detrimental to health

Moving stealth rich mind drowning in wealth

Circumstances relapse caused a few mishaps,

Had my springs off course but I bounce right back

Hood source, made a fortune from throwaway scraps

Jeff Gordon of recording, how I lap around tracks

Blue magic in the veins make the buildings collapse

Sip acid phony as they jewels when they rap

Victimize fools, same rules, roaches and rats

When I spit I bleed on the cut only facts

If I had a million dollars, you know the saga

The weight of the dollars estimate more problems

Hot as lava, navigate with nothin but kings

Crush dreams, swing through a series - Wings!

Neighborhood nigga all day

Fog smoke, car stank

I just had to take the backwoods to Fort Wayne

Probably got my pipe nigga, Coltrane

Almost got bagged Pennsylvania slow lane

Lo Mein blow your town down, cocaine

Audio leaked through a slow vein

It's a tell all clip, the bullpup front row sing

World cup kickback, Black Lois Lane dame

On my lap it rains

Jumping off of plane wings

When Kush fogs my brain lanes

Stay in yours, I'll filet a boar

Decimate the core, guess I ate it raw

I'ma trade in, my lawn for a hazel shore

Bezel Ice skating let the water pour

Basil flame Versace with the corduroy

Watch me hoard a ploy, Horticulture boy!!

My come up, sort of a nice vic

Kinda of crazy

A few ice cubes short of an ice pick

Bet your bottom dollar that my knife sticks

I just Yolo'd a 100 grand on a stock tip

The Sun is Righteous

The Champion of Leonidas

Yet my shoulders are still chipped from being slighted

Here on out address me as ya highness

The highest views are lovely

But the spending is priceless

There's no one amongst us without the same hungers

I offset losses and rearrange numbers

I'm one of one and this the hard copy

Cooking books frying pages like I'm Chef Degrassi

The Essence of Greatness

With blessings over flowing Godly

Proudly broke the generational curse of poverty

They want the money and the fame, Paparazzi

They used to tell me I could never do it, now they watch me

The Great Mahdi, ski Mask and a Shotty

I'm all in to kill these niggas kamikaze

So until the next realm I'll be signing off

I'm the business and the brand like designer cloth