PART 1: ATM
VERSE:
All this money but no immortality
All this money but no slight humanity
This money couldn't control your insanity
You're stacking all the papers, you live in oblique reality
Automatic, all dramatic, all reactive
Creation of a mess, maybe go rehab it
I'm so full of shit, that's just my normal habit
Like fuck it, control it, and maybe go in on it
I'm here, waiting...
I don't give a fuck what you motherfuckers stating
I don't give a fuck what your baby mama's baking
Imma kill you all, never get this shit mistaken
Minus the 'Stache bitch, I'm a fucking legend (Woo)
300 bitches, I gotta find my Trojan (Woo)
Fucked out of my mind, everything slow motion (Woo)
Slop top in the drop top, reviving potion
You think you got more money and more bitches
You don't know, but your hoe, shе just waiting for your riches
Punching your fuckface leads to 1000 stitchеs
Posting you duck face leads to 1000 leaches
You don't know how my anger unleashes
You have no sort of idea how I'm hitting these peaches (Aye)
I killed this fucking game, I took all of your bitches
I leveled up this game and took away your Mrs
My shots hitting A-1, I don't ever miss it
Money in the bank, I don't ever Chase it
I'm the master, I'm the Kingpin of the circus;
You're trapped, this is your end, you don't wanna miss it
Money in shambles
You looking at my shoe while I look at your sandals
Your baby mama groove to my music bitch, you can't do shit
She got my every single lyric bitch, you can't even spit
PART 2: Crescendo
VERSE: CHRSTO
8 years, I've been writing my own legacy
Fuck your fantasies, chuck this whole humanity
Pure insanity, is what they labelled my art
My fam and God's on prior, livin' life, ain't no parody
Different mentality, My pupils on goals
Not like your brother on the hunt who be there sniffing them holes, uh
Adding more zeros on my pay, learnt life in my way
So far the city's favourite hearsay
Better late than never, salute your vibe-maker
Standing way up there, outta your sight, you fakers
Mayhem's the name, making Noiz sicker than V
Iris, all on me, Big D, Inspectah G
I see them staring me like CHR!STO be a grave sinner
All I do is be real motherfuckin winner
Waving the finger, as if it's my greeting pose
C got no time for hoes, they stay I-G-Nored
Every week 4, we get our glasses poured
Celebrations with my homies who work when you effing snore, uh
No chores, we accomplishing big tasks, straight up, we spit facts
Each lane our feet crosses, know that
Ain't no one-hit thugs, my fam-tree on the records
Being a G has been a habit, no ficted 'racter
Aaja bataata behtar, hai tera baap kaun
Bete baitha yuh maun, le ab kaan khol, ke sunn
Each line been nurturing them debaters
No time for rivalry, why to care 'bout them haters?
No need to shoot for the moon, Banda was born a star
Ain't no fake persona, only real, at par
It ain't that hard, admit it that you lazy
It doesn't always work by idolizing Stan or Naezy
You gotta be the one to start the shit
Spit the word, F the world, beat the herd, prove the fact that you lit
Why you been bothering? live your life, mind your business
“You ain't no great, you fake”, I know me, world's a witness
Of distress and hustle and struggle that built me
You need some wisdom in life, to deal with me
Don't tell me that you feel me, CHRSTO be high and low
Both at the same time, bow to the higher note
Yes, you guessed right, It's your own Chris
C-E-N-D-O, know what it feels like
CHORUS: NOIZICK
(Yeah) S-S-Set my bars high, like crescendo
I'm too fucking powerful, like a haunted endo
I ain't even playin' with you, we ain't even friends bro
I don't ever play games, I don't own Nintendo
S-S-Set my bars high, like crescendo
I'm so fucking powerful, like a haunted endo
I ain't even playin' with you, we ain't even friends bro
I don't ever play games, I don't own Nintendo
OUTRO:
Ten, ten...(All this money but no immortality)
Ten, ten...(All this money but no immortality)
