"Twente6 M5" lyrics

Escape the city alive in my M5
Skinny ass tires when I dip by
Roll joint, click, fire
Niggas coming for me then I hip fire
No time to ADS but my target is in the scope
I'm a hustler in these streets, make money off this dope
Bag every quote, they selling at a bricks price for sure
Cigarette boat off the coast of Ibiza
Heavy ice in the Cuban, the watch look like a freezer
Word to Jesus, Christ and all the latter days
The way I'm getting off with this work, it's like Saturdays
Once was a student, now in my master days

You are now witnessing mastery at its finest
Every room I step in, my mind switch up the climates
No fronts cover my teeth but my mouth is full of diamonds
These niggas, they just be rhyming with no thought or purpose
That shit is worthless and make believe
I give 'em clean face, these niggas covered in Maybelline
Get so raw with the music, I might go start a stream
Won't fight the dream of destiny, patience testing me
Word to my sibling, I work 'em blue collar, word to the emblem
Had the streets trembling since ITM

Midwest legend, shorty, I am him
If we being technical like IBM
I'm back charged, I'm wired in, Tony Stark shit
The valet of rap, the way I park shit
Gave away so many styles, I had these marks lit
9623, Back on my bullshit

Word up
It's just a lyrical exercise
Sometimes you gotta shake it up
Shake 'em off, you feel me?