Music for setting the most aesthetically-pleasing line possible.
lyrics
(Chorus)
I said it look, it look, it look, it look,
it look, it look, it look, it look,
[It look, it feels, it climb like money
it look, it feels, it climb like money
just look at it, dummy; look - look at it, dummy,
worth 100 thou, and you know I keep it 100 - I said it] (x2)
For the time in a while,
you niggas bout to start hearing some flows that ain’t
talking bout drugs, hoes, wearing Louis Vuitton clothes,
rather be on slopes, trying to work out a hard rose
move to the Longbows, shit is sweeter than Strongbow,
I was at crossroads, living life was so awful,
it was a bitch I was trying to shoot with a crossbow like
Joffrey Lannister, I was salty, amateurs had me
feeling so animal like you saw me on Planet Earth,
but now my act steady cleaning up like a janitor
start it up (vroom vroom!) know you hear me, I’m manning up, and I’m
out on a chase to place holds on the mantle until they
blow up my face and paste it up on a bannister, cause it
(Chorus)
Every day I keep a pinch for them niggas wanting crimps,
get them in they comfort zones, show up when they feeling gripped,
got it hot as furnace, earning figures with the routing skills,
nah, my nigga - make it perfect, turn it right about an inch,
keep them climbers on their toes, balance on them slipping holds,
niggas asking stupid questions, “why that hold look like a nose?”
Hoe, you know I place them well, SoILL slopers, Jason Kehl,
boulder problems hard as hell, so my nigga, run and tell…
homies know the peace, set the catch and release,
try it twice and they grease off the piece, so I’m pleased, y’all and
even though I’m peaking and quota’s increasing,
I’m paranoid as hell, cause them pockets stay tweaking…