Music: Chaz Hall, Estee Nack
Ayo
Oh, yeah, son
**** outta here, son
I'm not tryna hear no cotorra
Cero punto
I've heard enough stories from you guys
Take your seats, buddy
It's over
Uh-huh
Ayo (Yeah)
Lift the path gate (What?), half-baked
Blend in with the bosses, I'm really that great
Stack of pape' just to ****in' rap tape, back in shape (Back)
Big-titty bitch strippin', I just stick the tip in, they lactate
Flip it a fast rate, mach speed (Zoom)
Maneuvers a Medici custom to shoot ketamine (Boom)
Seats in the mezzanine, clemency currency confidential
Carefully calculating our clever schemes
Servin' supreme energy and the illest shit that you ever seen, heavenly
Guarded the flesh and bone (Nack)
Smith and Wesson, the chrome herringbone necklace and a expensive cologne (Facts)
Trap clickin' like a metronome
Why they tryna step in my zone? Megaphone, I thrive off my connections alone (I'm gone)
Slum-dweller poem (Poet)
Switch the cell tone, send 'em home
Melatonin, sleepin' on the better stones, yo, son (Chill)
I might just have to spell it for 'em (Toma)
I'm forever known for goin' over they heads like an Israeli drone (Zoom)
Hundred weight, fifty-ki zone coach, dome of the rock
Real-live creep show, darth bimbo at the InterContinental
Long way comin' where I send you
Tinted window, floor to ceiling, whole world watch
My new mental madness, do remember
Leopard and cheetah slump, big-game hunt
Try for what? Ho ****, hush
We don't like you, didn't care to pretend to
Sky lobby slapbox, god body
To make revolution irresistible, finna move
Mega official, it's rigorous ritual
No mystery, principle struggle, they sleep and pay double
Trouble calling, far ride, I know you heard it, though
Top of New York, no vertigo
Calf raise, workin' on my vertical
Bronze feet, black cotton, and poppin'
Now arrivin', cloud kick
Sunshine, snow peak blinded, time slip
Double axe handle off the top rope like, "Bing"
Put a rocket in my pocket and put a quarter on the wall in the wing
Skull snap, foul doctrine, only so long they pretend
Bet I spark it, blood run crooked out hearts of men
Before they sweep me out the park by 10
Ghost of Spofford, noxious fume, pop shit now
Woo