404landon, Kng, & Ardour - Public Enemy (feat. Kingmidas)

Praise the lord I found a way and made amends today
And FYI I dropped my eye my third grew right away
Look what a verse could say
My purses percolate
Fraud niggas I’m feeling great
I drop a body off drop a track and speed away
I still bump juice and gin
I still roll tree with hen
I still got blood suckers
Push the button I been up to something
Super soak the wrist when Jesus drop the water runneth
I make these haters sick they hot and yea I surely love it
I stir the pot and tap the rim like this was curry something
I fear no more for what’s in store I mean I’m highly b blessed
Hoping for a Benz, lambo or maybe a private event jet
Cut the shit and cut the check
My glass could never shatter
I throw stones like I’m sponsored by arm and hammer
I got foes and I think I got me the answer
Four times two plus one I keep the hammer
You can get plus one if I can’t stand yah
Check the stanza what I quote
Everything I spit it float
I’m the master And the ghost
I’m the one who tipped the balance I grew roses where I roast
Deafened by the pregnant silence they’ll be violence if I tote
I been chasing daemons scheming I weave dream from what I wrote
Has to keep the family close
I know niggas bitches chasing they just hate I ain’t a hater, tryna stick me for my paper
It’s all live like will and Jada
Kiss of death I see you later
Told myself I won’t sell my soul for less than a 4 for 4
Shoutouts to hov I could hold my wealth when I’m older
Or
I can slow my death with some seven cobras
Like Voldemort
And take the score
Know you pussy niggas hate the scar
When we break your doors
We was waiting and you take too long
All these chains you lost
Looking great in our escaping car
Bouta trade em maybe catch em all like it’s Pokémon
Got the razor blade and alcohol
It’s a Gangsta party
I tried to raise the bar you dropped when you complained it’s faulty
I passed away still all your problems found their ways to haunt me
They had their radar talking
How I’m on my way to Hollyhood
Best I grab a couple goons with me I prolly should
Prolly will
Keep em in the back shit pack a Holyfield
Start the whip
And need a proper spliff
The zip that’s hard to kill
You talk your shit you gon wind up here behind the silent hills
We arsonists I’m feeding arsenic through all the rhymes I deal
Another day another dollar another line to sell
Ain't wanna take that 9-5 now I got clientele
I divide the wealth with all my guys and size some nice lapels
Dining with Barack, Michelle
Still got that behind the belt
Still supply the finest my prices might’ve just spiked itself
Still want diamonds in my designer and, Slide em for twice and bail
Still got my Espadas for for hire and all of them fire
Said 404 precise like its snipers it’s quiet for real

Written by:
Jacob Watkins, Jownel Paul

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