The Bermuda Tryangle
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This ain't for the ones who been here before
Nah, not niggas who came with nothing
And left here with more
This for the ones who ain't did shit
Miserable kids in the distance
Peace hating; bitch-makin'
Lil boys in the comments
Where you all get this nonsense
Show me what have you done
Show me where have you been
So before you begin
Slow down, Nigga
So before you begin
Slow down, Nigga
Yea
There's power in the silence
Soak it all up
KK, not again!
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Franklins falling out my pants
Niggas wanna eat, shit, I pop up with pans
Straight smoke out the can
Yea, I'm a man with my plan
Catching plays on-demand
Sipping drank with my fans
So much light, get a tan
Bling
Bling
God flow, so I pray then I make happen
Rod flow, so I got to hit the kitchen cabinets
Rod flow, so they say I'm getting fat and
I know, I'm in the gym pushing caddies
Been buzzing since days with Trice and Faby
Segue, now I'm on planes with Jimmy and Faby
Was hustling
Was running
Now I'm cunning
Now I'm stunting just like my daddy
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Franklins falling out my pants
Niggas wanna eat, shit, I pop up with pans
Straight smoke out the can
Yea, I'm a man with my plan
Catching plays on-demand
Sipping drank with my fans
So much light, get a tan
Bling
Bling
Bling
Bling
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Niggas wanna eat shit, I pop up with pans
I'm going under
I'm lost in your ocean
I'm on top, I'm floating
Gone off that magic potion
And you
Got my devotion
I'm like the boys, them boys in motion
Third eye open, yea, this batch is potent
You really get it
Keep the backdoor closed like a fitted
I'm walking like tall like New York
Ain't talkin' chopped cheese
Babygirl, please
I ain't too proud to beg
But baby use your head
Sloppy toppy
Pull up and they can't stop me
I'm in the sky, like Rodney
Baby, I'm official
Like I got a red flag and a whistle
Like I clocked in at Foot Locker, baby
I'm a whopper, baby
Cause I'm a BK
That's a Born King; poor ting
She say she like when I can't breathe
So Imma shut it down
Like Aubrey and the dream
I'm going under baby
And I know nobody
Nobody-ody can save me
Yea yea, nobody-ody can save me
Nobody-ody can save me
This ain't for the ones who been here before
Nah, not niggas who came with nothing
And left here with more
This for the ones who ain't did shit
Miserable kids in the distance
Peace hating; bitch-makin'
Lil boys in the comments
Where you all get this nonsense
Show me what have you done
Show me where have you been
So before you begin
Slow down, Nigga
So before you begin
Slow down, Nigga
Yea
There's power in the silence
Soak it all up
KK, not again!
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Franklins falling out my pants
Niggas wanna eat, shit, I pop up with pans
Straight smoke out the can
Yea, I'm a man with my plan
Catching plays on-demand
Sipping drank with my fans
So much light, get a tan
Bling
Bling
God flow, so I pray then I make happen
Rod flow, so I got to hit the kitchen cabinets
Rod flow, so they say I'm getting fat and
I know, I'm in the gym pushing caddies
Been buzzing since days with Trice and Faby
Segue, now I'm on planes with Jimmy and Faby
Was hustling
Was running
Now I'm cunning
Now I'm stunting just like my daddy
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Franklins falling out my pants
Niggas wanna eat, shit, I pop up with pans
Straight smoke out the can
Yea, I'm a man with my plan
Catching plays on-demand
Sipping drank with my fans
So much light, get a tan
Bling
Bling
Bling
Bling
Run up a check and I run with them bands
Niggas wanna eat shit, I pop up with pans
I'm going under
I'm lost in your ocean
I'm on top, I'm floating
Gone off that magic potion
And you
Got my devotion
I'm like the boys, them boys in motion
Third eye open, yea, this batch is potent
You really get it
Keep the backdoor closed like a fitted
I'm walking like tall like New York
Ain't talkin' chopped cheese
Babygirl, please
I ain't too proud to beg
But baby use your head
Sloppy toppy
Pull up and they can't stop me
I'm in the sky, like Rodney
Baby, I'm official
Like I got a red flag and a whistle
Like I clocked in at Foot Locker, baby
I'm a whopper, baby
Cause I'm a BK
That's a Born King; poor ting
She say she like when I can't breathe
So Imma shut it down
Like Aubrey and the dream
I'm going under baby
And I know nobody
Nobody-ody can save me
Yea yea, nobody-ody can save me
Nobody-ody can save me
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Writer(s): Mark Pierre
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