"Your verses raised me g, queens-bridge fucking king," Knx writes. He departs from Alchemist's bouncy production with a grandiose horn sample and minimal drums.
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills