Yeah, each diamond my, uh
Yeah, each diamond my pick like I’m minin’ obsidian
Glitter refract in a path non-Euclidean
.300 Blackout like Gideon
Brass out the semi, Marimba when kissin’ the street
Upholstery pickin’ all vintage the eames
Decompressin’, T7, I’m restin’ my feet
Margiela, the replicas, less than a G
‘Bout the best I could flex far as regular things
Cuban link custom, I’m stubborn, adjustin’ the CAD
Three-fifty plus for a pad
They won’t even give me a mortgage
I made seven-fifty in a month and a buck in the last
Put April in Louboutin, Karen starin’
Managеr Rolex shoppin’ way in Paris
The heir apparеnt
When the fare for transit was financed by grants, I was scannin’, plannin’
First time in Saks, I was scammin’
My second time back, I was crammin’ the bands in my pants
First time we linked, she was sparin’
The second time, we made ensnarements, prepared for the trends
At fifteen, I knew that by twenty-five I’d be a millionaire, never compare me to them
Mixin’ the Creed, the Delphinus with Mind Game Vieri, I smell like black pepper and sin
Ancestors carried me in
My mother knew as much, the way she grew me up
My name should be an expletive
Heretics regret it, threw it up, the times they shooed me, hush
To move without a weapon, death wish
I’m just bein’ prudent, it would not behoove me
She leapin’ off the bed, exorcism style, it’s not a movie
I’m inside her tubin’ and I’m streamin’ live
Hit the stage, every person that I lost breathe alive
You should keep inside
‘Fore you ever misspeak and then have to see the guys
Me and Z was seaside, piña colada
I could see a life grow beneath his eyes
He could be the livelihood or be a lie
Either way, he’s still gon’ be my guy
I remember how to read a book
Forgot how to write a hook
At the typewriter with my sugar
She done made a fighter pilot out a crook
I remember how to read a book
Forgot how to write a hook
At the typewriter with my sugar
She done made a fighter pilot out a crook
Yeah, deep in the den of the thieves
The balance of give and receive can slip into greed
I try to stay in the center, turn my mistakes into literature, sinners agree
Caught in the grip of a queen, I had to conquer the castle before I could leave
My cousin was cookin’ for fiends, they booked him before I could read
First time in Saks, I was scammin’
Next time in Saks, I was scammin’, but not by necessity
Ain’t get no recipe handed
Ain’t no one next to me, famish, I’m spendin’ unhealthily
Twin got telepathy
Don’t gotta send him a letter, he’s spinnin’ like Jeopardy
I’m lackin’ empathy
Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony
No crime, win if—
Currently coast side, in the currents of Italy
Both eyes get immersed in the imagery
Bro died, but I’m certain he here with me
Predictin’ a cataclysm, four .40 cals in the Sprinter
I did the dash on the label
Before I asked for a favor, I asked for an issue
Fuck the camaraderie
The negative side of me rotten, I feel like they out for me
I don’t indulge in the fruit that they offer me
Well, they take offense and try offin’ me
The darkness adopted me, diamonds that shine in the mouth, it was a part of the prophecy
They would have seen me as Socrates without these locs and that Glock on me
I mirror the madness of men, I’m gettin’ more cash than I spend
I’m spendin’ more cash than you gettin’
You losin’ value the more you compare me to them
Don’t you ever compare me to them
They was under-prepared in the end
I was bred in the violence of poverty
I would die ‘fore I feel it again
I remember how to be a crook
Forgot how to read a book
At the mic talkin’ to my granny
I know she in Heaven listenin’ to the hook
I remember how to be a crook
Forgot how to read a book
At the mic talkin’ to my granny
I know she in Heaven listenin’ to the hook
Hold up
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