Lesson One

Ayo I been blessed with the blueprints to win

Get loose with the pen. Step in the game with unusual grin

What more you need this is proof I’m the man

Hit the juice and the gin. You can’t see me with hallucinogens

This is pure psychedelica. Who could write it heavier

My life? High life. Your life a replica

Dead all that slick talk lies hype etcetera

I’m back like a regular. Flights to the Mediterranean

-Pay me in cash. Ain’t he a gas?

I’m hailing from the subterranean class

Cause how long you think the fame even last?

Am I right? Painfully so. So you could blow the game out your ass

Artists and repertoire ain’t sticking out their neck for y’all

Money ain’t symmetrical - live it how you get it y’all

Artisan with the weapon drawn

Flex the index. Comp steppin off ... respect the boss

When I throw the Molotov holler masel tov

And if it don’t blow then I’m polish the bottle off

Cats don’t want beef they just Stroganoff

Stain to ya brain like Gorbachev. Foreign cars

Bribe border guards. Pop celebs. Shooting for the stars

We never asked for any more than ours. Cue the orchestra

Tore the walls down that’s the protocols

You know the laws, beautiful music I’m spitting gorgeous bars

Exactly why they got me back in Japan

Back in Europe - slow burner y’all a flash in the pan

The master is grand. The cash in the hand

The gas in the van. The last of a dying breed ask your mans

This that shit they should bag by the gram

It’s magnificent- I’m in a 67 Jag on the lam

Nah I’m in Venice on a Catamaran

I’m finna travel again - open these doors with a battering ram