Apostle. - Mona Lisa (feat. D BRUDA)

She wanna be Mona Lisa
Need the pasta I'm a preacher
But I don't pray all the time
Turning water into wine
Making films with her features
Twenty three for the Sneakers
Never pay her she a dime
Paint a picture on her spine
She wanna be Mona Lisa
Need the pasta I'm a preacher
But I don't pray all the time
Turning water into wine
Making films with her features
Twenty three for the Sneakers
Never pay her she a dime
Paint a picture on her spine
Haven't heard about that 508 you can hear or be deaf it's on replay
Haven't listened to that Judas kinda stupid but we give you the leeway
Bitches be moving to loose
The screw the same
When you talk about new excuse your crew you gotta include the gang
We coming in too
We coming in two's
Can't run from the truth, we chase
The base like Nikki Six, we smoke then smoke em the Doobie way
I'm thinking of booling and cooling, but we hitting the stu today
It's D Bruda, we don't relate
Biting my style issa tooth decay
Fully authentic
I said it I meant it
The flow I invested they tried to replace
Taking my time guess I'm stealing the face
Stay on the grind like I'm learning to skate
Skater
She a ten but I'm not gonna date her don't need no distractions too focused on paper
Want it now can't be bothered by later
I came from the ground so I gotta get acres and acres
Music too loud had complaints from the neighbours
You give and they take never counting the favours
But just one mistake and they turning to traitors
Damn
Don't need no water to ball like the lakers
If she picture perfect then I was the painter
Could give her the tip but she still ain't a waiter
Ain't claiming the disses they get the disclaimer
Right never wrong
Claiming a body for clout in song
End up YSL not the Yves Saint Laurent
Italian hoes and the clothes from Milan
Without no designer still stealing your joan
All hits with the beats I ain't use a Batton
Was bunking my lesson and testing the arms
Now business the class when I'm flying abroad
No smile in the pictures she Lisa for sure
She wanna be Mona Lisa
Need the pasta I'm a preacher
But I don't pray all the time
Turning water into wine
Making films with her features
Twenty three for the Sneakers
Never pay her she a dime
Paint a picture on her spine
She wanna be Mona Lisa
Need the pasta I'm a preacher
But I don't pray all the time
Turning water into wine
Making films with her features
Twenty three for the Sneakers
Never pay her she a dime
Paint a picture on her spine

Written by:
Lutanda Wilkie, Owam Pemba

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