Johnny Suave, this is only 6ix9ine's street style Stunny shirt, Vans, skate high and a Levi's Never have time, seconds fly by like a fine dust My art leads blind to the truth, Eli gets it The street rattles when I slide over the floor with Vans like butter I rap as if I'm already at least 100 I think as if I'm already at least 100 Or two girls who surface and flow past the basement In between I'm gliding like the Moor From Michael, between both sides, wise like Baloo When I write, it's small parts that come together as a whole Seems to be too far, no words can follow you when I rhyme Biggie would be proud if he could speak German and was still alive Or am I already the best with a pen? I go out, breathe in, write up With the air outside, it's much easier when I flip words I walk on the gray street, dive in and out I feel like at home on the street, I'm a connector My platoon in my shadow, wind, the rats are fucking We radiate like a reflector I'm not a gangster, don't write about weed and kilos of coke I write in my blog as if I live in the high house of Sido I check the microphone and turn the switch on and off That was Gianni Suave, I'm over and out No, I'm ready and in, let this tape begin For me the start of something big and dead, I look like a child So real, I climb out of your screen like the chick from The Ring My vision is no less than the crown of the king, Gianni No