Pedigree (The New Gloom Child DJ Remix)

[Intro] Yo You know who it is Snozbagged Gloom Child We Back You Ready? Well Here We Go [Verse 1] They claim currency can’t buy the grin? Watch me sob in the cockpit, stroking the skin. In the Bugatti, body’s a weapon, I’m stepping, Into the lobby, no prepping, just repping. "He’s a plushie, a softie," they whisper and gawk, Until I’m unbuckled and making 'em walk— The plank of the bedsheet, the count of the tally, I’m hitting the peak while they’re stuck in the valley. Unzip the heritage, look at the proof, I’m the dog in the keyboards, clickity clackity woof woof. [Hook] Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed, The frantic supply for a gluttonous need! I’m torching the drywall to dance in the spark, While they’re arching their spines just to leave me a mark. I don’t just win, I’m the end of the game. Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed! [Verse 2] Tactical, visceral, style is a surgeon, Lurking in linen, the hunger is virgin. Silk on the ribs, yeah, the fabric is Italian, I’m riding 'em out like a black-coated stallion. Hand on the windpipe, I’m filling the skull, With a heavy-weight pressure that never gets dull. The friction is blistering, pistons are churning, I’m fueling the engine while bridges are burning. Slap and a gasp and a "mmm" in the grit, I’m marking the spot, yeah, I’m making it fit. She thought I was velvet 'til I showed her the teeth. [Hook] Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed, The frantic supply for a gluttonous need! I’m torching the drywall to dance in the spark, While they’re arching their spines just to leave me a mark. I don’t just win, I’m the end of the game. Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed! [Bridge] Heavy-set thump and a heart made of slag, I’m the heaviest weight you can fit in a bag. Salt from the skin and the gin and the mess, I’m the primary source of the structural stress. I don’t need a crown, just a throat I can squeeze, The highest demand for a soul-deep disease. Harder and faster, the cadence is jagged, I’m breaking the peace 'til the losers are ragged. Taking the wreckage and building a fortress, I’m staying the course while the rest of 'em chorus. I can taste the copper in the air when the rhythm breaks. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] Interior’s crimson, the color of rust, A 190 pounds of the purest disgust— For the lifestyle, the power, the hand on the thigh, Watch the beads from my forehead fall down from the sky. I’m the wolf in the orchard, the rot in the bone, I’m the match and the fuel and the heavy-set stone. I want 'em to feel every inch of the bruise, From the scalp to the heels to the soles of the shoes. Victory smells like wet asphalt and expensive mistakes. [Hook] Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed, The frantic supply for a gluttonous need! I’m torching the drywall to dance in the spark, While they’re arching their spines just to leave me a mark. I don’t just win, I’m the end of the game. Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed! The frantic supply for a gluttonous need! I’m torching the drywall to dance in the spark, While they’re arching their spines just to leave me a mark. I don’t just win, I’m the end of the game. Yeah, I’m the pedigree, look at the breed! [Outro] Yeah. Pedigree. Submit or get crushed. Next time... use your manners.