M2K

Bars hold a prestige not a place where the drinks are bought

Real talk can carry a million you'd come up still short

Smash through the roadblock sparks on the body

Rip the paint coat off, vehicle running hot as a stovetop

Gather up the orchestra, this film need a soundtrack

Dried up And done for hang you boys on the towel rack

My back an armoured shell, struggle to put some jackets

Over reaching new heights on a skyscraper got a bag of doja

Phantom menace put me in comics with purple leotards

Nasa observation I open domes you be seeing stars

Buckle up switch put my ego into the driver seat

Broke hymen, flow so violent make your vagina bleed