Текст песни Counterpart - ReMark

I feel like I am the water with some extra soap
Counterpart with god himself, you would never know
In disguise I go insane though, I'm in my mode
No matter the cards I have in my hands, no I never fold, Yeah
It's a grudge to continue our weak relation
Give a fuck that we the same blood when there's no connection
How the fuck I owe you sum', we ain't even conversatin'
I'm in a black CL benz fucker and I'm racin'
Base it, cook the crack
Flip it then count up them racks
Gasoline, coca leaves, diesel fuel yeah I'm cookin' that
Type of yay' that leaves you on a floor with a near heart attack
ReMark I'm the fucker that put 811 on the map
Rip these beats apart, yeah I'm cookin'
Codeine dreams, B, yeah I'm lean-sippin
BET with the way, my trophies glistening
You can never beat me, I'm on my way to heaven
Watch me no DVD, I score goals, BVB export dope CD, see I'm the best, no stevie, wonder what is next, for me
Countin' checks, if you keep on talkin' fucker best believe you gon' get pressed
Like a button, I made it from nothing to somethin' ain't bluffin', I'm the best
Double cup, pourin' up, Toseina, on the side, got a stim of choice, in a mood for speed I'm in this bitch with the clique
RSA, remark season that's the sayin', Shoutout of 4z, shoutout big H, he just blessed me with a big check check from the flip that we made, that we orchestrated, in May
Yeah I got bars but no inmate
Innit mate
Bruv
Gettin' cake
No birthday
Enough
Ain't tryna hear bout what you gotta say
Shut up
Tokin' on gorrilla glue this is not purple haze
You fuck

Colder than an eskimo
Yeah I'm in my beast mode, call me pluto, cause I'm on a different planet but also because it's Future ready to fuck up some commas, countin' hunnids instead of entertaining drama yeah that's how you do it
Fuck the petty shit, I blew up in the air out of nowhere just like conffetti did, I get lit, rollin' spliffs in the 8, not the 6

The game is ending, the greatest ascending, bend the rules befriend, the enemy, could never be, me, I say fuck them fuckers
Stay loyal to my circle like a maths professor, profess my love to the mic, leave em' puzzled, cause I can't show all the pieces, still some are yet to come, smokin' on Cali Kush, rollin' Tyson blunts, fight the cunts, enlarge my funds

My shit is fire and it inspires, your shit is buns, better run