Pico - 4:59 (feat. IƵƵY)

Out the pound
Getting up and now I'm used to getting down
I ain't playing with these bitches ain't the same since I was clowned
Loose it up and when it's drippin wipe it thoroughly around
I been
I been stirring up the pieces so I get the picture now
I got purple on my drip yall see I got the fucking crown
Persian prince up in this shit I light it up to see the town
Passing Mary Jane so guess you say that Mary go around
I'm in a scary place these weary states i'm fairly going found
Feel it overtake your heart displaced just face it slow it down
Feeling all the hate the vodka takes so chase it go to town
In a baller state you quick to break its draining your account
Went from baking up a cake but now I'm baking up a pound
Throwing hits to be abundant now y'all see us saying how
Call her bae she call me muffin see her see me saying wow
Why you talking like a toughen bitch come see me in the now
At the bank I told the board my racks be stacked like it was dominos
I got flames around my sword a slash attack like Tanjiro
All the pain a masking wards a tragic past like Sabito
That's your name its Muzan lord a battle vast with Kamado
Lotta hoes
Lotta drank
Its 4:59 I ought to bang
Walking on the foes they see me striding when I'm on the paint
Military drip they see me pull up like I bought a tank
Missile barely missed just try again and bring a lot of nades
Literary trigger got my finger itching on the take
Living every dinner with a stack I'm 'bout to sauce a steak
Bitches always fibbing stick my back I never caught a break
You gotta write rhymes up in your mind so let your pen go
I get high mental gon' fly
So where the end go
We get by end up inside
Load up Nintendo
A mixed life school was a lie
So was a pencil
But thats that reality slaps put you in flashbacks
Past acts make you react see you in trash bags
Haz mat toxic attack this flow your last laugh
Fat stacks make the money reappear I press the button cash app
Take a trophy souvenir I'm bless from nothing match that
Over take I steer up in the street I'm cutting black flash
I don't need a mirror or fucking sink I'm hunting glass packs
Like this track I'm going so fast but slow when I smash that
Colored glasses molasses in fact so attractive I'm passing notes in my classes attached
Imagine the masses of stabbing up your past in the back
The pastor attacks knock a buck a blaster detached
Its after the craft pucker up I spaz on the track
Its cat in the hat blunderbuss an acid of vat
Keep your heart in different pieces keep it active at hand
I'm making my brand Reeses pieces seats colored tan
Putting all into the game don't gotta show it
Sick up in the booth but I ain't bout to fucking blow it
See us in the back we breaking fast but you don't know it
Shout out Dxnilukx he built this beat and then I broke it
(Peace)

Written by:
Alfred Martinez, Israel Soria

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