Mandevillain (Explicit)-Erick The Architect

Tell you somethin, this ain't luck I'm bonafide You shoot it down, oh well at least a nigga tried 2 fingers up we push that bullshit to the side This ain't enough, we going up, you tryna slide? Tell you somethin, this ain't luck I'm bonafide (Bonafide) You shoot it down, oh well at least a nigga tried (A nigga tried) 2 fingers up we push that bullshit to the side (To the side) This ain't enough, we going up, you tryna slide? All my niggas bout it, talkin' bout we catching vibes Last time I checked I'm earning millions off of mine Sell my soul to someone on this earth, I rather starve Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smells of gasoline, fill the booth, Future Proof I'm bout to link my niggas, and they know me, man I never cared But they got the good speakers, and you can smoke in here You play your politicians, you be snitching like you Paul Revere Man I love this rapping shit, hope you never disappear I was still a kid, I pulled my first rhymes from thin air Skinny nigga, but believe that Biggie really brought me here Inspired by The Foo Fighters, if you quit, then you tired And you liars, could get a whole drum, and a new wire Theres blood in my hands The wrong nigga to get caught in a jam with I don't understand how we can defeat this famine, too many starving Untap these ruthless artists, dispelled the Reganomics Too much champagne make you vomit I'm at the peak, funny rappers at my feet Only accurate if you can say you mastered what you teach How I break bread, make sure them killas always stay fed Patience, brought me up the ladder where we shake hands 8 grand, easy money foreign touching fake fans Expand, sit on dirty money, you won't stand a chance, in my lane The octane, blood in my hands mostly Only became associates when they hesitated to toast me They moving closely, they motives salty The game encroached me, stand on my own feet The angels watching over I was designed to make a meal now my cup is spilling over All my niggas bout it, talkin' bout we catching vibes Last time I checked I'm earning millions off of mine Sell my soul to someone on this earth, I rather starve Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smells of gasoline, fill the booth, Future Proof