Skrätt - ÏMZ (feat. Khalilius) Lyrics

All about my money like I'm Franklin saint
Not religious but I keep my faith
Been through hell and I hopped the gate
Took too long for my escape
I been a ghost now I need a wraith
Grand Prix way I overtake
Started dead last now I'm 1st place
Should've been here in the first place
You should've seen my first place
There were holes in the wall and the hallway
I'm doing shit my own way
And I'm here to stay won't fadeaway
Don't give about f*ck yesterday
Cuz I'm here today and I'm moving forward
Doing things that's more important
F*ck the feds and law enforcement
Couldn't catch me with a f*cking warrant
I'm Jimmy Butler you TJ Warren
I'm in the lane and you know I'm scoring
I'm in the whip the gas I'm flooring
Hellcat and the engine Roaring
It was cold nights in the rain pouring
Now it's long flights in the clouds soaring
Feeling like Ye in the Ralph Lauren
I'm penthouse living you ground flooring
You can't sleep on me there's no snoring
I got Z's on me I'm dragonballin'
Crazy drip I'm far from boring
I've lived the highs I've lived the lows
I been through shit that no one knows
I beat my demons on my own
You're not a king without a throne
In my closet's hella bones
On my wrist got hella stones
Dials up like telephones
I'm dialed in I'm in my zone
I'm dialed in I'm in my zone
Don't f*ck with me I'm at the throne
You tryna talk better watch your tone
My life too fast I've got to go
We got the chops, y'all want the smoke
Serve up a fiend she like the snow
That white too clean I'll fill your nose
Been sipping lean can't feel my toes
All y'all haters window shopping
All y'all haters pocket watching
All y'all haters keep on talking
All my players get to glocking
All my goons we spray it often
Born in the hood we came up robbing
Tell my side bitch better stop barking
Chasing milli's ain't no stopping
Chain heavy gotta lock it
On my hip that's a rocket
All that shit y'all been talking
Finna put y'all in a coffin
This my squad we staying loyal
This my squad we way too royal
We all farmers born in soil
Got my Glock tucked no recoil
Shoot yo block loud turmoil
All y'all addicts can't taste the foil
Took yo bitch out she too spoiled
She asking me why you act so cordial
Moving pack after pack, talking haul after haul, got no time for that fussing
Selling sack after sack, foreign car after car, I'm just geeked up on that tussin
Got that fire got that loud
Call me Skrätt I'm that proud
Imma fly her to my town
She got that wet wet imma drown
Out the Cully windows down making sound in yo town
Roll biscotti in the hotel lobby pound after pound
Bad mami's hear Punjabi they be asking what's that sound
Upper echelon brown boy better king me with that crown
All these voices in my head
Breaking bread with those that kept me fed
All these feds they want us dead
Pour up a script I got the meds
Dials up like telephone
In my zone
I'm dialed in I'm in my zone
In my zone
Dials up like telephone I'm dialed in I'm in my zone
In my zone
In my zone