Arch Bishop X Charlie Bars - MAX JULIAN AND MANNY PACQUIAO

On the corner like Troy Vincent
The young apprentice
Starts his shift around 6ish for all the early sniffers
Dick Vitale say he diaper dandy his vision vicious
But he would eat the food and disappear when it's dishes
In the end you can't trust them niggas you make the inference
And when the evidence is presented you look suspicious
We teach the kids to keep they wits about em
And when sumbody doubt em just serve em like clam chowder
A lil bread on the side when it's time to ride Champagne bubbles drown
Troubles at the promenade
Gotta follow the protocol
When on an open call
Talkin bout how America broke the law
They thought the new crib was a virtual background I said naw that's where I'm at now
Known to Last rounds like I was manny pacquiao
Max Julien wit the juice I'm the Mack now
Bitch you get smack down
Got a felonious background
My homie hitting greens another bowl gettin packed now
He keep talking and you boy gettin packed out
And you don't want beef money I'm a cash cow
You better have some shit in your background or backout
One shot pop blow ya back out
You up shits creek it's a bad route
Your favorite rappers broke I seen em sleep on my mans couch
And really you don't know what the gas bout
I punch shatter yo shit like it's a glass house
None of this cap it's all straight spit
I caved a kids face in by age 10
I don't pray for my foes I break chins
Break down 16 O's like no sweat
Why I look so nonchalant you no threat
You Kotex pussy I'm yoda and Bo Fett
You light work I push mad weight so don't flex
Everyday I create shit I don't rest
No stress too much money my mind chess
I'm 2 or 3 steps ahead of myself bet
If you was me you probably be wetting yourself check
You should go to Vegas and not bet on yourself let
Me Tell you I'm gods flesh
My mentality cold death
Its effortless I invent my mind is bent

Written by:
ADRIAN GUZMAN, WILLIAM TINSON

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