ZIRCONIA Lyrics

Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya

They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's

Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya

Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia

Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier

But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya

My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature

All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah

Homies blowin' up, elevator

I'm goin' up, and I mean it

I ain't do enough, delegate it

Higher power stuff

Homies blowin' up, elevator

I'm goin' up, and I mean it

I ain't do enough, delegate it

Higher power SUPPP

Shoutouts to the highest of high

And when we die it's a vibe

And if society cries, then they don't know whassup

They're like psoriasis, dry of knowledge

I isn't wise or polished

I'm just a guy that's always showin' up

Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya

They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's

Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya

Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia

Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier

But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya

My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature

All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation

It was a divine intervention

I let go the line of defenses

Only needed time and attention

Now I lace it in these rhymes every sentence

Yeahhhhhhh

Yes I'm doin' fine now that you mention

Money stackin' like a pension

God's backing my intention, woah

They can't hold me back like it's detention

On this track with good suspension

Swervin' in between dimensions, wooaah

My mechanics are different, I'll put a wrench in all your plans though

My shit is flowin' like there's no tension on the can though

Pressure from gangstas, I know the G-Force I can handle

It's all in the wrist, you'll feel the G-Shock from my hand though

You'll get bitch slapped when I clap back

And to be Frank like the Rat Pack

Y'all Mickey Mouse when you rap that

That last track should have a laugh track

Got a blicky in my knapsack

I call it that cause you'll nap nap

Go Ricky on you, that's that

Gets tricky when I brap, brap

Saint, these fake rappers got nothing on ya

They lie through the grill with cubic zirconia's

Ask for their two cents, nothing to loan ya

Well fuck around with me and catch pneumonia

Cold ass flow, it's a fucking glacier

But it don't move slow, it'll outpace ya

My OPPs know I'm naughty by nature

All my homies blowin' up, hyperinflation, yeah