300 Hartwell Quorum, Pt. 1 (Interlude) (prod. PMP)

Lyrics

See my days turn to nights Just hopped off the plane but i still wanna take another flight Spitting like they put me on this planet just to write I make it look easy but dont ever think its light Still got bars for an interlude Walking in the park but I still got the city in my view Writin in the dark, rappin like my rent is due Only one of us could make it through Couple racks on the fit Spending stacks on my kicks You know I'm in New York but I'm not rocking with the Knicks Only want it if it's foreign Going state to state they was thinking I was touring You boring Call me database the way these stacks I be storing This lifestyle, you can't afford it My monеy straight i dont got creases in my bands Picked up thе world i got the pieces in my hand Don't need a plate you know im feasting from the pan Dont need the date its always my day when i land Walk in the place, act like this ain't nothing ne w to me Don't leave a trace, act been clean I'm even new to me Don't show your face, act like you been out here knewing me I win the race, that's the difference if it's you and me Get out my place you not that based you not that cool to me I gain some pounds when I'm in town put on my jewelry I'm stacking o's just check my clothes I got what's true to me Switched up my flows I'm with the pros I'm in that super league Start taking notes I want my folks up in them Lamborghinis I shine so bright you might go blind if you come plan to see me I spend a rack like back to back I might just cash a three peat But I'm alright they lookin light they got no chance to beat me