Kaleidoscope - Termanology, Smif-N-Wessun

Narco, wash money like I wash clothes

Speedin' in the bronco

Yo

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yo

We the real life Narcos

Even the dope got a bar code

I wash money like I wash clothes

Speedin' in the Bronco

Green in the Fanto

I’m from the state of hate, police raid your place

They don’t wanna see you shine like Bathing Apes

The gun reign supreme

Blood spatter their shirt like a Miskeen

Had a baby with a fiend

Too wavy off the Lean

Then my digital scale know what I mean

Too much weight then your scale’ll lean

Man, this is the American dream

I’m different, more disciplined, hope you listenin'

Still slingin' water and the christenin'

They miserable, that’s why they wanna belittle you

Even in the Bible, the righteous ones were ridiculed

Still kinda hopin' that the sky’s open

My eyes open like my mind’s open

I put a half E in the basketball

Pure raw, no cut or inositol

Put the burner to his face, no mask at all

Just gave him sign like, 'bitch, pass it off'

I move the product slow but I get it poppin' though

Bitch, I make a lotta dough

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Co-cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

I got a cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw-the raw

I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Co-cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

I got a cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw-the raw

I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope

Hey, yo, man, let your bullshit walk

While my money talk and the forty-forty spark

I know the custom, upper face, hustle at my own pace

I weigh the coke by the eighths

You know it come in different colors

White, brown, tan, butter

We cook it up with the Moët

Give the fiends a double hit

Bitches tell me I’m the shit

Uh, I tell 'em call me by my first name

Because the dice hit your feet don’t mean you in the game (no), no

Every better grant it better (Grant it better)

Mother fucker, better get your shit together

Uh, homie, where your dough at?

Ace to a deuce, y’all better pray you don’t throw that

Quick to catch a body, I got the semi in a hemi

Niggas quick to catch a body, flee back to Trini'

Jyeah, contraband in the carry-on

My nigga vagabonds on that Barry Bonds

Juicers for life like the Ghost

Livin' off experience, hammer stay close

Montana had the hood bananas, thugs lived glamorous

Phones bugged, hand-to-hand caught on cameras

Ride the iron stallion matched with the battalion

Caught slippin', runnin' now’ll get slashed for that medallion

Catch a case, a couple thousand make a killin'

That’s a L on the jacket, murder raps and racketeerin'

Yeah, the God’s bars genius

Coke on the Soul Train, Don Cornelius

Pablo ran to Medellin, money in the cleaners

Carlito tried to leave the game but the streets need us

OD, intravenous, son got a lot of dope

Every rhyme a line of broke

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Co-cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

I got a cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw-the raw

I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Co-cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

I got a cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw, the raw

Cocaine kaleidoscope

The raw-the raw

I see the world through my cocaine kaleidoscope

Raw-raw-raw-raw