No Handouts - 47 ronin

I run the game like this some tokens
Strike you out like this is some bowling
Popsicle my wrist (ye) shit stay frozen
Living my way, 47 ronin
She calling my line but ian phoning
Can trust no bitch that be lonely
The bread gon come first,
Ain't no time for a baloney
She get sticky like grandmas fresh macaroni
Get tired of trust these fake ass people
My diamonds got something in common with me we both cold and we staying real real
Took a lil kasi bitch out to Sandton
She went from black to white like Michael Jackson
Baddest bitch in the room make her kitty purr, ain't no Zoe kravitz
She hop on the dick like magic carpet (huh) no Aladdin, pussy boy ain't gon pay a fee coz he broke and you know that bitch taxing
Money so long like a three pointer
Keep a stick on me like grim reaper
Ye I'm the king like Julian lemur
ADS on if I see ya imma reach ya

(Dawg like, eish bro the beat neh first of all dawg this beats already heavy like it's a heavy ass beat dawg)

Bro it sounds like quantum bass

(Fuck)

We get to cracking like plugins lil bitch
So damn high, put a angel in my spliff (huh)
That's the way I live (huh)
That's the way I choose, lil boy need a chaperone
Rockstar life,5 star rice, bitch Im like post Malone
Can't trust a label ye it's a bad bitch
Pocket watching I was never absent
Swerving the M2 competition, all blue
Feel like crashing
(Huh)
High quality swag top tier shit is that real fashion
If we can't compromise let's compensate
Steal my swag damn loot lake
Bat wings up, up real late
Feel like a billionaire yea Bruce Wayne
Rock, paper, scissor make the earth fucken shake
We get to cracking like plugins lil bitch
So damn high, put a angel in my spliff (huh)
That's the way I live (huh)
That's the way I choose, lil boy need a chaperone

Written by:
Yudhveer Singh

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