I´m above Kent, we apostrophes Seen all sides, and all I see isosceles Pyramid schemes need atrocities They causin´, ain´t no pausin´ Ain´t enough gause and the holes in yo´ logic The optics work like an oxtail, and everything´s gravy, you crazy? Roll up the flower, these niggas keep pushin´ up daisies Pour up some cognac, I´m holdin´ the bottleneck lazy Boiling back in my seat, black on my teeth Activator, charcoal poison, back in the streets Acclimating hardly just charged up Batteries is aggravated, tell ´em they can´t spar with us I seen the end, they don´t wanna start with us It´ll cost them a arm and a leg
The other leg, the other arm in his head Margerine message Don´t gotta be butter, just as long as it spreads Ducks, they in the shallow water followin´ bread, the fuck? I´m ´cross the pond, jaywalkin´ a auto bond I´m in the motherland tryna connect with my other fam´ Brother man, I don´t know no fake niggas We don´t bury truth, I don´t know no gravediggers No chains, ain´t no slaves with us (Butcher comin´) Cold propane, keep that flame with us
Yeah, it´s big clip Butcher, ain´t no bargainin´ with the family My hoes seen each other nudes like Ari and Young Miami
I was rummagin´ through trash (Trash) Now, I´m runnin´ through this cash (Cash) You got me peaceful I be humming tunes while thumbin´ through a half-goon (Hahaha) A snitch don´t deserve to be safe Don´t say a word, just make him prove that boy mine like a paternity case I spent two bricks on this Rollie, woke up, and went jewelry shoppin´ And the house claustrophobic, surrounded by Louis boxes Yak jumped off the porch, but not me, I´m a scuba-diver So, still can´t get my respect, I´ma shoot it out you The corner room at Noble, that was the best reservation
Associates over friends ´cause it be less expectations The fuck y´all niggas doin´ if y´all ain´t stackin´ that up? ´Cause, by time my album drop, I´m gon´ be wrappin´ that up (Time ran out) Me, I´m connected ´round the map like I´m Trump On my rest days trappin´ with a saddle light on a Cadilac truck And still feelin´ like a villain behind glasses Chillin´ sippin´ Villa Antinori out of wine glasses (I win again) Tell the plug, "I need options," I´m picky, picky with the dope And my bitches, ain´t goin´ fifty-fifty with no ho