[Verse 1] DiCaprio Don, rollin' sharp with the charm, Oscars strapped to my back like a lion on the farm. Wolf of Wall squeezing pounds like a python, Tony Montana cold, hoodie with the nylon. [Verse 2] London fog, cuttin' through the mist, bruv, Pocket full of notes, crisp like a fist, bruv. Schemes tight, fit like Burberry seams, Dream big, Leo flexin' on the silver screens. [Chorus] DiCaprio moves on the Thames, so dapper, Came from the block, made the stacks flip faster. Golden globe goals, ain't no need for a clapper, From the trap to the stars, Don's a real rapper. [Verse 3] Estate cold, joggin' in them Nike swoosh, Ballet masked plots, slick through the bush. Projects painted Harlem night’s muse, Pound decay, switched the game, no truce. [Bridge] Neon lights, them vibes be electric, Mona Lisa grin, mind moves tectonic hectic. Shiftin' plates, scene laid cinematic, Hills of Beverly built on hustle fanatic. [Verse 4] Barbed wire dreams through the bars we spit, Concrete jungle still wild where real dons sit. Hood glory rewritten, scenes infinite, DiCaprio style while we drummer kit lit.
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