Silk Shirt Ambassador

[Verse 1] Peep the fly shit Jewels get dropped, rocked and taken Queens in this bitch word up it's no fakin' I bust my rhymes is ill too, essential My whole life change once I peeped my potential No options, stay clocking like a gold Residential Sitting on the stash with the math's confidential Spitting for the street my flow is non-residential Physically a beast but don't sleep on the mental Candidate for the Mensa society The way I create and flip words with variety Boss as I lay a man down with no anxiety Self-taught shooter takes my left to get a tech to rise A hundred pair of 95s but I barely exercise If it's beef I'm on your block in my best disguise And that's means I'm not draped in Polo I usually dress like I'm about to take a photo Salute the wardrobe my closet is a tabernacle That means I'm the flyest in back like a Pteradactyl [Ad-libs and beat change] [Verse 2] Don't get it fucked up, my rhymes still oil-based I'll put you in the ground, turn you into a soil face Ignore papes, too busy getting money to spend it It's splendid the way my people push fly Vs that's never rented Jewel know internally, glisten inadvertently Bitches talk shit but I never let it burden me I'm too fly for that, I just bag me a new one Probably test her out in the park like a new gun Run with the best thugs, clique got the fresh dubs Plus I get it in like J-Love with the best ofs Yeah, my tech challenges will eat you up gradually Makes you burn like a tennis ball on a Agassi Actually a casualty is nothing to the kid I flee the scene and come back with my peops to show 'em what I did You know my M.O. I be right up in your crib Peace to my nigga P while he about to go up and do his bid Hold your head son