Medallion ft. Duce, Victory & King Harry Lyrics

Let me talk that fly shit

You know

Uhhh

Look

All my brothers bosses

Own different condominiums

I'm chillin in Bel Air just like

Will n them

Poolside papers, or we spiffing it

Counting mad dividends

The fruits of all my labor

That hard work I'm living it

You ain't got to play me

But ya chick do

I'm cold like a igloo

My flow make you go

Do what men do

Get a bag

Double up, Triple it

Skating on ice like Michigan

Y'all tired like Michelin

I post up, Moet on the arm

We just kicking it

Whatever that I put in my mind

Know Bigz getting it

I write the story

Just for the little shorties

That's sipping on 40s

On the block

Glock hanging on em

Reality this shit ain't a game

Life real fucked up

Only talk the shit that I want

Got no bad luck

My pants sag

I walk a lil bigger

I am a lil richer

Ain't fucking wit a nigga

Yo

Usually you hear about materials

Scratched off serials Motivation

For a young lost individual

Y'all keep it if it's all they love

Keep ya pounds of hits

This is the more pure drug

Expensive

Style broken down like forensics

Found fingerprints out in Downtown Richmond

Downtown Charlotte

The market demand Marcus

The lost henchman

Now it's Raleigh

Saga like Vinland

Burning Minnesota moss

Pardon my mentions

The saga go on like Simpsons

You saw BART

I'm more like Oscar Grant

With more jobs in the parts

Where its dark in the park and

They watch how my unborn live

I might just give

CONTROL to kids

As long as this the goal

They grow with no fear

Yeah

And fear was

The only thing stopping me

Now I'm unstoppable

Making what I wanna see

Honesty my favorite medium the marvelous leadership

Iron man keying in

Masterpiece to the streets till I beam the whip

Catch me outside

Prolly outside peeping hips

Shorty stock rise when I speak to it

I be real secretive, 'specially when delicately eating it

Luka step back from the vision board

Filling in the holes to

Filament the picture more

Real Jazz mane in my loving core

Zataran's in pants

Dance off the fucking wall

It's making since

Why the world called for me

The World Wide Web want all of V, not just parts of me

So I'll give it to em

Better listen to him

God Victory

Uhh

Catch me on the balcony lamping

On a B call with

My brother from Hampton

Certified shit with these raps

They stamped in

Deep up in the jungle

Where they scared

I'm camping word

Malibu Mas

Not Mediterranean Mas

Similarity they both

Up in yo ass

pause

Now hit the play button

If you want

No games with control

Ain't a thing, if you jump

Catch a double pump

Not a fake, full fledge

To the board Dominique

Now ya bird on the floor

It's Mas

Pick em up

Confidante

Parle Francais

Boucoup, Ala