South Dynasty - New Project

Walk with such a swag, you would think I had a nine milly
Really, I'm just fine, really. Tell me why you lying, silly
Lying, silly. es fine, really. Think I had a nine milly
Tell me why you, tell me why you

Pop the filter, shure the mic, I cop a stop
When I spot the filler, gremlin, 6-1 Spanish
Drop a tape, now I'ma stain my valley
Swap my dinner plate, now I'ma change my address

Hit the killer rate, with a verse that rides the kills per day
Judging ponder on my killer tape
Lovely with the interest, know I hit the ceiling rate
Now I ain't fake, I just tell you what you need

Now I just pay, what you think you owe me
Now I ain't fake, I just tell you what you need
Now I just pay
Walk with such a swag, you would think I had an nine milly

Really, I'm just fine, really. Tell me why you lying, silly
Best in this shit, put that on me in my click
When I spit, it's like a hundred round clip
Ain't no way to get around it, I'm so astounding

You fucking clowning, thinking that you gone down him
You know my shit be pounding
Boy, this the crown pin, see the eyes all around him
They probably gone doubt him, but that ain't got me doubting

Cause my style been the cream of the crop
And the cream that I got, ain't a lot
Still the freshest on the scene, oh my gosh
You is not, you ain't stopping me

Thats word to opps and my pot, watch em pop and lock
To these hot shots, on my bops cooking like, dwayne the rock
It's insane, how I got the game on lock
With the way I talk, you know how I lay the law

One strike and you're out, we ain't playing ball
Ain't debatable, hate the game, don't hate the boss
Walk with such a swag, you would think I had an nine milly
Really, I'm just fine, really. Tell me why you lying, silly

Lying, silly

Written by:
Dylan Mata, Nathaniel Mata

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