Lyrics: Benjamin Glover
Music: Benjamin Glover
[Verse 1]
New set of Burberry specs from London was flown
The shadow extend to my orbital bones
The cloth I'm cut from is sewn
With thread imported from region unknown
The cotton sustainably grown
Essentially, I'm in a league of my own, uh
Couple of notches I'm kickin'
I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo
I planted a handful of dreams in the soil
That not even inclement weather could spoil
My garden, it turned to a forest
Scattered with numerous truffles to forage
Canopy thicken with every new chorus
Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris
I ran up a check in Bal Harbour
Hamstring tight from the tempo
Cullinan, UK-assembled
I drive it so careful you think it's a rental
The sausage infused with the fennel
It post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles
I take a look at the total and make the gratuity halfway identical
I'm rockin' Prada like Chelsea, I lace 'em up tight to hike to my pinnacle
Hittin' so many of my goals, I turned to Lukaku, my finishin' clinical
Yeah, cook up a sizzlin' sermon and get in that mode like a minister
Might need a couple more pews 'cause I got 'bout three hundred thousand parishioners
[Chorus]
Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh
I don't feel pressure for shit, uh
No point in wastin' a blitz, uh
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh
Thought about switchin' my form
But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh
Chain on chest like Vicks, uh
Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh
I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah
No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh
Thought about switchin' my form
But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, yeah
[Verse 2]
Niggas been trackin' my moves
Like I got a chip on my shoulder
I stay in the booth, got somethin' to prove
My confidence pebble to boulder
My neck is employed as an icicle holder
My wrist was the hirin' manager
I get the green from the grammar
You can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja
Never no problems with studio stamina
Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king
I go in whichever direction it brings
I don't waste my energy flappin' my wings
From skull to talon to beak
I cut through the clouds and get what I seek
I pull in a couple of racks every week
My closet done turned to a freshwater creek, yeah
[Chorus]
Chain on chest like Vicks
Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh
I don't feel pressure for shit, uh
No point in wastin' a blitz, uh
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh
Thought about switchin' my form
But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh
Chain on chest like Vicks, uh
Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh
I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah
No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah
You could search every dimension
I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh
Thought about switchin' my form
But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix