Verse 1:
10 toes down they falling off the balance beam,
My skill would be worth a fortune to your talent team,
And way back remember no one thought I had a valid dream,
To get the sour cream, clean or dirty like a shower scene,
One thousand leagues head underwater call it baptism,
its hand written, We from the bottom thats the classism,
Right or wrong, Im in the future when im writing songs,
light your cigars I on a 40 hour flight to Mars,
I been going overboard showing no remorse,
All your fake it to make it shit getting no support,
Im too real y’all on the fence while I hold the fort,
Driven like a motor sport, humble as a noble horse,
Airbnb facing coastal north,
Jedi mind trick any approaching force,
broke local law protocols,
I manifest every poster board,
i’m pushing bass notes in vocal chords,
Passport tatted been a diplomat,
Got immunity from all the bullshit and written stats,
Forget the written stats, feel free to skip the chats,
My blueprints are written fast, could auction off this chicken scratch,
Don’t let em twist the facts, I need receipts and footage of some missing links to fit the gaps, and best don’t let a minute lapse,
For the bread, Im cooking up lifting kitchen racks, its a rap, call the home run before I lift the bat,
Forget the script I’m adlibbin through a caste system
its better to add distance, I do the math different,
Head in a cloud but my feet pounding solid ground,
Your incite is not profound, heads up, who rock the crown,
Im doing this wit flying colors hustle like box of crayons, chopper style, dropping nouns,
im wiser than the fox around,
I dont engage in bad plays that keep cops around, lock the files,
Thats why nino brown burnt the casa down,
Verse 2:
haters love to drag my name out in open court,
They hope for war on these ocean shores, they gon open doors into a Trojan horse,
results are painful like a slow divorce,
leave the cases colder than a frozen corpse,
Temper flare like them old time movies,
meet me outside like we both had roomies,
no one keeping me from going home Bon Jovi,
I’ll be in a bath rocking all my jewelry,
Betrayal is a whisper in a crowded room,
Old selfie as the picture on a rounded tomb,
My life fuller than a thousand moons or when a flower blooms,
Tower views, and shorty fresh out the Shower nude,
Half pound smelling louder than a deadly army,
Celebrating roll up backwoods at a wedding party,
Someone plus 1 on one she yelling “out “Get it shorty,”
We lit the el and I exit calmly, forever Harley,
pushing bass wit no bando, another plot to handle,
take ya shot make them block the ammo,
Them Joe Pescie’s trying to rob dinero,
We got the gas they trying to shop Valero,
These Niggas plotting better watch for heroes,
For zeroes they holding heat up like these leather seats,
Fuck the formality I dial in my inner beast,
My words paint galleries, a life of sin for inner piece
Bring a fleece, revenge served cold for the dinner feast,
