Poste Akai (feat. Reta)

Let me explain how I grind
That's why I keep repeating in the red post
I write like Oscar Wilde
And I spit bars like Krusty Rhyme
It's for the cash or not, gotta hustle hard
Dudes stop, stare, throw down like in Cobra Kai
For your pair of Nikes, do you know how many kids are working?
They need that dough, so you gotta hit the post at night

Ready for action
Backshot
Everyone loves the hustle when you ain't got a dime
Ready for action
Backshot
Everything speaks to me, feeling fine

Chantelle rubies, she's a bomb
Waking up, a torpedo
So I send emojis to the eggplants and gorillas
Like the guy from Harley Quinn, I got that killer smile
It's not gold, but it shines
My pupils, they’re Karki
The dishes from my in-laws, my mosquitoes
The old folks, the hooks, mouth, the hatches
From grandpa, I'm good, alhamdulillah
Oh God, oh Ramin

Ready for action
Backshot
Everyone loves the hustle when you ain't got a dime
Ready for action
Backshot
Everything speaks to me, feeling fine

Maki rolls, your brows, your gratins
The mousselines, empty of wolf, empty of bass
Grab some Jack with lime
I recommend a morning run
Marines, Bermaine mode, I'm starving
They just want to show you
It's canine, they’re drooling, with their jowls
I’m getting drunk, I rap, my life, wild madness
You cheer, say vodka like it’s Warsaw

Ready for action
Backshot
All the bars love us when you ain't got a dime
Ready for action
Backshot
All the bars love us when you ain't got a dime

Let me explain how I grind
So it pops in the red post
I write like Oscar Wilde
And I spit bars like Brewster Wright