Kilo/Paradise

[Verse 1: Gatsby] Dropped trilluminati, now a nigga seeing gold Took a look at your catalog now you niggas feeling old Stunting when I'm cuffing only with hoes that fit the mold Stupid bold I'm out the window like fuck your goals With a bad broad, her walls would talk if they could Talk a good ball game pivot on my hard wood Sonning these niggas man I'm stunting like yo pops should I'm living like PAC would if those shots woulda popped Suge Flossing hard down your blvd like i got Naked pics of God if you try to pull my card, you can't box With short arms, fuck remaining calm My palms jot napalm whenever my brainstorms Came thru, seat 2, german engineering New bitch present, old bitch interfering its apparent That Im that dude, fucking abiding rules I'm gerald butler sitting behind bars with these tools Bad bitches find two that wheel like a ducatti Cause I'm stunting harder than Jesus and Mr. T in a 2020 Bugatti Fuck your hobby, I'm Nasir in 89 spitting lines out the lobby Can't deny me, am I your favorite rapper in Tampa, more than probably Now they looking at me crazy like i'm jumping on they couch Now they looking at they lady cause I'm bumping in they house And they bumping at the gums got my name all in they mouth Like Gatsby that shit is crazy when you dropping now Gotdamn I'm the fucking man Came thru looking like I'm a thousand grams And I sell my sound by the kilo They say they got it for cheap but its that cut nigga we know We got that pure man call that shit Rico They say they playing for keeps but give it up, Juno Wrath of cain man take em to the new era Niggas couldn't carry what we earn rip Paul Bearer [Verse 3: Gatsby] Every time i step to this mic I try to envision what heaven sounds like What of the devil's sound bites Am i in trouble over this treble and bass Try not to lose my place lose my pace In this race road to redemption don't even touch the lace Cause life's a trip, i often walk in no shoes So you can't relate to how i'm living just know no pain is a given And strength ain't forgivin, it's just knowing better Hate nowadays is like the new religion, love is winter in the thinnest sweater And dudes want they summer back No cross trainers, tell them flamers gon run it back Them doubters wanna hold me back Cause they spineless, but we moving like how the time left Timeless, minus the watch and you ain't seeing us Third eye shit, all on my dick J. Gatz make 'em relax when the bass kick Let's just face it Niggas hate it cause Like Lucifer when we blaze it straight disgrace it Doubt and worry are the devil so Will chasing perfection get me to the pearly gates With this music i'm just Tryna relate to what God did when he gave Adam his face That's how I feel about beats of mine that I lace Tell them niggas back up Back in this bitch, we in heat watch us act up Like we playing for the heavens these lyrical weapons Bust like double ds, you aim wrong Ya family singing that same song, they on the outside looking in While we at your wake sipping gin Or do I got it backwards Am I just looking in, to my sin? That's the shit that I asked the pastor