Palmolive (feat. Pusha T & Killer Mike)

Kane season

Fuckin' my pastor's daughter in two Jesus pieces

Droppin' this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeakin'

Reppin' the fin, I pledge allegiance, undefeated

Fuck the forty acres and a mule, they gave us **** the eagle

Hot pots, spoons and needles

Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles

Servin' every prom queen and Pookie with that vanilla smoothie

Scary Gary, ****, my neighborhood somethin' like Fallujah

Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters

Fuck a track, ho, sellin' that pussy on computers

Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chunkin' dueces

Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish

A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish

It's Mr. Clean, Pine-Sol, Palmolive

These **** don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass till you park it

In 1998 I sold a Glock-19 chopper

2018, I'm finna reclaim my fuckin' time to cop the Rollie flooded, Maxine Waters

Fuck the poison, keep the vaccines off us

We got a reality star in the goddamn office

Quite like the Reagan Days

Fernando said he used to move chickens in the Noriega days

I disrespect his name and he signed my face with the razor blade

Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni

Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos

Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted

Boy, I was gettin' away with murder before Denzel fucked Viola

Gangsta Kane

Young ****, dope money, just have at it, ****

Make money, mo' money, mathematics, ****

But the po-pos, they comin' for yo money, ****

Play low, I mean low, like no money, ****

Young ****, dope money, just have at it, ****

Make money, mo' money, mathematics, ****

But the po-pos, they comin' for yo money, ****

Play low, I mean low, like no money, ****

Look, real bars are the ill bars

These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods

My coke hand is still sketching out my memoirs

What I did to door panels on them Windstars

Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates

It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate

Take over your blocks, young **** assimilate

We all break bread, like goin' dutch on a dinner date

The love of your life, rap **** with fake watches

The serial number don't match the gift boxes

The bezel on her Ballon Bleu do the Tinashe

The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blahzay (Yugh)

Way more chemical than political

PTSD from what I weighed on the digital

It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual

Obama opened his doors, knowing I was a criminal

I took a risk, I took a brick

Took a road trip to a Motel 6

Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit

Ride coattails, then he really weren't that lit

Just another in-the-mix ****, I'm rich ****

Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, ****?

Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, ****

Like Cleo, settin' it off, takin' yo' bitch, ****, ooh

Young ****, dope money, just have at it ****

Make money, mo' money, mathematics, ****

But the po-pos, they comin' for yo money, ****

Play low, I mean low, like no money, ****

Young ****, dope money, just have at it ****

Make money, mo' money, mathematics, ****

But the low low, like talking to baby mama, ****

Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, ****