SEB Arts - SUBJECT (feat. VisionIRL)

What
Hol' on
Ladies and gentlemen, at this stage
We introduce the Subject himself
Hey yo, I'm back on my game
I came through with the sword plus flames
Sent from source to burn up the game level
I'm too cold
I equal to my watch bezel
I am the baseline that they wanna be
Mimes and copycats can't take my steez
Clutch up and wait
Ay SEB
I ain't wanna talk if money ain't the subject
I pulled up on two different occasions
Now I'm fucking around with 2 caucasians
My odour to flagrant
My succes like Shultz
See me in the gym I ain't sniffing no salts
If I do calisthenics
Then it's pre-workouts in the gulf
I had 18 holes for breakfast
Bought my baby a Tiffany necklace
I ain't wanna talk if money ain't the subject
Fucked the game up and I ain't even cum yet
Most wanted soon yes I am the suspect
Contract ready, yes you can cut cheques
Another day another dollar
And it just - hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
Times that by a thou
Imma get that bag right now now
Too high up, in the clouds in the murk
What is the word, blick go berzerk
In the city, where the streets do the talking, smirk
With the vibes, yeah I let it emerge
In the stu, rap in the booth
Bitch in the back and she twerk
Mop it up hop in the Merc
Third to the second gear make it skirt
Yhur, yhur, yhur, yhur
Let's go
Like the action cam, imma go pro
Go crazy, go loco
Kill or be killed, plata o plomo
Grab life by the chokehold, gotta be stone cold
Yhur, yhur, yhur, yhur
Yeeaaaaaaahh
The money come through like some chips
Gambling, triple money get rich
I love it when both of us get the money tick
Yeeaaaaaaahh
I got the tick on my money
I got the tick on my hand
I just gave the money tick to my biggest fan
Talk to me you gone get injected
Your brainwaves I intercepted
Top of your list
Come hear this
It just popped off the stove
Incredible, but I'm not Frozone
Smoke good gas it fuck up the ozone
Now I'm a criminal, 'cus they don't like me
Black and white, fuck that shit I despise it
If I be sleuthing around, I'm a spy
Double O Seven I open your eye
Swiper no swiping, I'm swiping my card
Just spent a billie, I call it milliards
Got it in euros, I Got it in pounds
Thought I would distribute it to a house
I fuck with Tom
Don't fuck with Jerry
I fuck with cats
None of 'em rats
Looking for a problem you can blame me
This a conversation nothing changes
Selfish with my conscious, how it made me
Guapo-wapo training till it's hailing
Flex on the facts for effect
Effector on stretcher till death
Professional bangers just check
OD out the hat, this light is attack
Life getting risky, I asked for it bad
I'm finna take it with all that I have
Strayed from a path, so I made a new path
1 AM the work and the work is a movement
Keep it going, yeah just to prove it
What is a door? Bust through walls off of Kool-Aid
Pushing myself on the world that I voulez

Written by:
Joshua Fooks, Sebastian Arts

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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