Foreign Affair$ ft. DamarTheEmcee Lyrics

There's no any other solution but to fight

Mr. Pull Up Super Clean

Activate the magic huh

She never seen a Rasta do it like this rapping one

Told shawty, don't box me in, I move like Holy Ghost

Dopest MC, out of Carolina, baby, wipe your nose

69 degrees, best believe I'm in my element

Niggas swear they do this shit, what they got on a specialist, huh

Yeah, DMC especially

Used to swang a gold chain, might need another necklace

Found all the jewels in me, now I wear them effortless

Watch the energy vultures, they motive sold separate

I've been to myself tilling, reviving the succulent

Grow some food, plant a flower, nigga, now you Godspeed

Still hittin', still tryna not fall off the balance beam

Hittin' shawty phone like, let me come break your back spring

And just for the record, you niggas don't wanna box me either

Still spittin' ether

Cuz ain't nothin' like these fuckin' rap niggas

Ain't nothin' like these fuckin'

Cuz we ain't nothin' like them fuckin' rap niggas

You know what time it is with me, nigga

Boy, your diamond's too cloudy, you can't fuck with my son

Trust issues, shawty mad, I still fuck with my gun

What you mean? Missy, that's two glizzies, then I bust on her buns

We bust eyes to end lives, y'all just bust em fun

Every stone in my chain is a wedding ring

Lord, I got a bright mind, but my bread insane

The jays slap like Steph McMahon on the deadest veins

These lil' niggas put the fetty into everything

They take notes on my style and revisit the look

Whole fam in on the plays, Pete Bell visitin' Butch

Star tender on a baby boy, that ain't how a star work

Ask for more head, she like, "come on cuz, my jaw hurt"

Bitch, listen, this batch white as the QAnon

I moved them four by four like a Rubicon

And the strength between my crew, man, it's too defined

Cops sweat us, my homies say "Alexa, play the tool is mine"

Quick stint, send him books to move his mind then move his mom

Don't trust a word these niggas say, they all smooth as slime

Buffs on me like I enrolled in school with Prime

Scuba diving in Aruba with the coolest dime

RIP to Trey Pound and to Paparazzi

The white came with blues and blondes, every drop a Nazi

Spittin' like a lisp on every single disc

Shout out to all the fuckin' fans who just copped a copy

Yeah, treat the custies like PopCopy

Had to stop, drop, pop a opp in the lobby

No blood split on my ostrich, the boxin pack

But somehow your rhymes stop at Facts was in the sink with O's, you was at Kinko's with the copycats

Your money short like it stop at the knees

Was in the mountains in the lab, I watch them chop up the leaves

San Paolo was the flight, but why not stop in Belize

Every outfit sick, I got a shoppin' disease

A lower price and higher cut, the cost of shoppin' with me

And nah, customs don't touch it when they pocket a fee

Any block that touch our profit, they get dropped in the street

Not Noxema, two fingers, they'll pop him for free

I'm a staple in the city, you a paperclip

It never been in my interest to let the paper sit

Let's do something