Let's play a game, I hand you a King of Diamonds
The hand is faster than the eye, check your pocket
I snap my fingers, I'm UP IN SMOKE like The Chronic
Disappear then reappear right in front of your optics
He delivered that so fukking smooth.
Whole first verse
"Nas like the Nazca Lines, can only be seen from up high
Only the true understand me but I see em as family
I saw the shyt when I was fourteen, I counted on it
I was born a don with a powerful poignant style they wanted
Never dissing for clout, y'all know what this about
nikkas tryna deflect from the fact people saw them fizzle out
The people saw them try to make hit songs that went wrong
This about the money, right? Cause all that shyt done been gone
Let's throw a nickel at the wishing well rappers
Watch it sink to the bottom, and I wish em all happiness
I'm in the cut, attention needers need to front, see em front
The world watching em shine, that's all they want
And I always get my cut, imagine that making you mad
I'm just a real version, they don't make em like that
Never had to get the youth to relate for the bag"