King Frank May - Sheikh

Cigar ashes and sunglasses; my paint clashes
I'm Josep's new, portrait of you
In a coup, that's a two tone Blue; Nipsey and crew
With the strap like a Utah flu, I thought you knew
Machine gunners, money machine runners
Usain suits, these suckas can't out run us
This money d boy stacked like weight drummers
Mayweather made weight for like 28 summers
They say a jab will take you all around the world
My hustle and the dab, did that and took your girl too
She caught the bird flu, I got your bird loose
She in the suite taking photos like a creep, Sheikh

Sheikh
Sheikh
Sheikh

My wrist timeless, my bitch spineless
You can't flex in that Teflon vest, I hit ya' neck
I best, any if y'all cause my corps stronger
We ain't thugs, we the warmongers
Know your place, don't overdraft ya' grace
Over slash ya' face, over, masking tape
Cause you spoke in bad faith
Why you writing rainchecks, that's why you brainless
This a man's game, so don't fuck with the sex
With the money or the details, snitch negus female
Playing in the street when you should've been in retail
Arm, leg, leg in a heap so I slept well
Biscuit to ya' dome, head spinning like a Sprewell
My rhyme book sound like the son of Ham, chose it
Like Harold Lamb ghosted; like Kodi Scott posted
You in the trench; see him pull it, don't flinch
He brought that 9, just in case it's for you; see it through

Written by:
Tauren Robinson El Bey

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