[Intro]
Yeah…
I feel like a… New motherfucker, man
Alright, let’s get the dust off
Let’s get back to work
Stretch
Nickel
[Verse 1]
Yeah – i said victory, defeat – parallel feelings
Getting’ rich, friends trip, farewell bid ‘em
You go against me you won’t fare well
I’ll leave your ass bleedin’ in the stairwell
Turn you to the “the” between the “where hell”
Is he, like the cologne that i spray on