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lirik lagu qayin rohle - the mark does not fade

i don’t need a label
i got money that can sign checks
hundred in the duffle
tell the teller, “run a vibe check”
y’all was pushin’ streams
i had the current where the tides kept
even in a drought
i made it flood before the sky wept
ain’t no lookin’ back, the past only got the rear view
if i ever slip
i bounce back like a mirror do
tell ‘em keep it clean
but still i move like it’s a smear route
even whеn they trace it
it’s gon’ glitch just like a yеar 2
big checks made the teller hit the sza note
even when i tip, it look like magic off a give~and~go
told the chef, “surprise me”
he just sent it like a pick~and~roll
had the waiter nervous
he was checkin’ what the digits wrote
dior trench draggin’ like i’m movin’ through a smash cut
even if it’s casual
i’m suited like the draft up
only time i’m pressed
is when i’m checkin’ on a stat bump
even when i step
it’s like a heel~to~toe for shaq’s foot
look
big crib sittin’ like the addams family
title screen
chandelier heavy
look like diddy ‘bout to dance beneath
i just copped a watch
that got more cuts than a sample beat
even tsa gon’ have to pat me like a pampers brief
bags come in dozens
i might flip ‘em like a gender reveal
label talkin’ numbers
i need figures like a memphis appeal
opps been movin’ foul
i had to check ‘em like a dentist’s bill
even in my sleep
my net worth do a windmill
i ain’t dodgin’ smoke
i wrote my will inside a hookah cloud
shorty hit my line
said she love me—had to google how
i don’t check the tag
i let accountants read the crucial vows
even with no stocks
i got investors tryna move around
wristband flooded
got it swingin’ like a mic check
told ‘em run the numbers
i could sign it like a flight deck
opps was throwin’ shade
i turned the lamp into a light flex
even if i whisper
it’s gon’ spread just like a hype thread
i got a math degree
in calculating casualties
pulled up in a matte mclaren
matching my academy
y’all be moving backward
like the vatican in galaxy
your shooter need a salary
he asking me for applebees
the wrist do origami shifts
it fold in different angles
the plug talkin’ yiddish
he just shipped ‘em outta bangor
a brick a turn a pastor
to a different kind of banker
i’m shufflin’ this paper
like a 40’s harlem gangster
triple~sealed the package
left the fumes inside a monastery
fezziwig tux
i’m at the auction talkin’ monetary
draped in silk like hammurabi
wrote my commentary
moved the operation out to cali
like it’s voluntary
mortician with the wrist
i twist the patek like embalming fluid
shorty sniffed a line so long
i watched the column move it
talking like he stacking
but his pockets got a hollow to ‘em
i could let the chopper do the speech
i call it malcom~music
gold~gilded vests
i lift the vestment like a sermon prop
every time the phone ring
the digits do a german waltz
shorty out in nice
i sent a driver in a persian drop
heard they want a verse?
the fee came back in cursive font
quarter~mil in yen
i left the bank account in kanji script
french vanilla beamer
i might nickname it condi rice
name ring bells
like the architect of auschwitz
red dot upon his temple
like a gandhi fl!ck
fur look like a mammoth was preserved up in the arctic pit
opps be moving squirrelly
i just watch ‘em like a park event
pull up to the label
left a coffin with a parchment list
and told ‘em ‘all y’all masters got a missing father’s print’
said he own his publishing
the statements had a decimal glitch
they braggin’ ‘bout investments
but the liens made the equity split
your favorite rapper really workin’
at a federal script
same pockets that he flauntin’ on the ‘gram
paid his settlement wit’
i was busy studying the ledgers
and the merger deals
you was in the section
getting taxed up on a birkin bill
i don’t check the trackers
i just know my name gon’ circulate
i could lose a million
make it back before the earth decay
the ghost inside the cullinan
the trunk is like a séance
the suede inside the loafers
got the color of a crayon
i don’t do no handouts
why they actin’ like i play on?
it’s funny
‘til you see the paperwork
and what they weigh on
uzi made in belgium
it’s as compact as a metrocard
paper got a template
every countin’ got a retro charge
everything i drive
got the engine of a metal forge
i could send a play through tokyo
and keep the echo large
dinner with the d~ch~ss
i might order in some black swan
told the sommelier to pour a glass
inside the tax law
your jeweler doin’ bad
he out here servin’ up some bath salt
that platinum on your piece
gon’ turn to pewter by the last call
hopped out the jet in loubitons
the color terracotta
brushed the fur, it left a pile
like a buried llama
told her, ‘read the prenup
before you talk about your share of commas,’
told my jeweler ‘set it polar
make the clarity nirvana’
pulled up to the gala
left the ticket with my secretary
told her, ‘if they ask for features
tell ‘em it’s hereditary’
that’s ‘cause i son ‘em
now they lookin’ for the next of kin
how he independent, but his masters got a lesser split?
blazer made in naples
this the tailoring of virgil’s ghost
opps be moving funny ‘til they see me
and reverse the quote
shorty said she love me
i just told her ‘let the purchase show,’
she sent a screenshot of her carti cart
i hit the ‘x’ and ghost
i ain’t doin’ features
told ‘em pass, like i’m doc rivers
even if i did, i need a check that look like fox figures
shooter said he slidin’, told him “wait,” like he pac’s liver
opps been movin’ weird, i check the play just like a prop hitter
i ain’t do apologies
my silence got a price tag
told my lawyer, “file it,” every statement got a mic flag
i don’t ever stress, i hit miami just to bike past
even when i’m ghost
i still got presence like it’s christmastime

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