[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$] When did rap turn into a fashion show? Too many makeup artists won't let their passion show The anti-social mogul, havin' 20/20 visions In needa bifocals, for your eyes dilated ojos Open wide, never did I owe hoes Suck a dick dilated, tell my old hoes Hit my main bitch in the Poconos I'm not Pinocchio, I never lied I poke her nose With the dopest dope, brand new Pablo, brand new God flow It feel like, Escobar and Apollo Swank apparel, I put a pic on the site ‘ya megabytes Y'all niggas ticking me off like headlights Get your head right, it all falls down I bread right on the house Eye was on 106 & Park and still on the couch like, Bitch fuck Jacob I went to meet my maker, with 25 sacred stones Told him save me a few acres
[Interlude] Yeah, cause' we just some Amethyst Rockstars Amethyst Rockstar Amethyst Rockstar Amethyst Rockstar Amethyst Rockstar Try aim at this Rock Star! Time just keeps on falling, falling, falling
[Verse 2: Kirk Knight] How is Hip-Hop dead? Im still makin' a killin' Banana clip peelin' n ho's im still stealin' This is not for the soda pop niggas Take me to the leader of the new school or the block dealas Cause all these fakes mcs take from those figures Is what get fake mc's infront of loose triggers Can't knock the hustle though, I may just bust a jigga And lookin' through my eyes you can kinda get the picture Mo money mo problems as ya get notorious, inglorious, until you're a big victorious, no show, Only way ya get to see the kid is through a photo Or burnt up logos, and the females come out at night And when the find the pot a gold they strike, seducing me? Wait y-y-yeah, you nice on the mic, ye, you lookin right And you just my type, yo (bitch don't get me tight) Her friend split n dipped, damn I shoulda seen this Im in a boobie trap and thats some clever ass cleavage Well, I think with my dick, I know you want to blow my mind for that reason She said "You got clever speaking" And after I'm done, I still got it leaking I dipped off ‘cause knowledge a nigga’ is still seekin' What you lookin' at son? I might rob you blind Defined by every line, niggas tryna' outshine We’re both number one enemies, it’s sad though One on one, and it takes two niggas to tango Two niggas to tango Watch me go rambo
[Outro] "Don’t Front on a nigga like me Time just keeps on falling, falling, falling"
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