Mandevillain

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, tell you somethin', this ain't luck, I'm bonafide You shoot it down, oh well, at least a nigga tried Two fingers up, we push that bullshit to the side This ain't enough, we goin' 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) Two fingers up, we push that bullshit to the side (To the side) This ain't enough, we goin' up, you tryna slide? (Slide) [Chorus] All my niggas 'bout it, talkin' 'bout we catchin' vibes Last time I checked, I'm earnin' millions off of mines Sell my soul to someone in this world, I'd rathеr starve Armani suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smеlls of gasoline'll fill the booth, Future Proof (Future Proof) Marni suit, lit cigar, Bottega boot The smells of gasoline'll fill the booth (Future Proof) [Verse 2] Okay, I'm 'bout to link my niggas and they know me, man, I never care But they got the good speakers and you can smoke in here You play your politician, you be snitchin' like you Paul Revere Man, I love this rappin' shit, I hope you never disappear (Okay) I was still a kid, I pulled my first rhymes from thin air Skinny nigga, but believe that Biggie really brought me here (Uh-huh) Inspired by The Foo Fighters, if you quit, then you tired And you liars get the whole drum and new wire 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 starvin' Untap these ruthless artists Dispelled these Reaganomics 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 (Let's go) How I break bread, make sure them killers always stay fed Patience brought me up the ladder where we shake hands (Goddamn) Easy money foreign, touchin' fake fans (Goddamn) 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 movin' closely, they motives salty The game encroached me, stand on my own feet The angels watchin' over I was designed to make a meal, but now my cup is spillin' over And over and over [Chorus] 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'll fill the booth (Future Proof) [Outro] I've never been here before