Open Air

Sellin' cocaine in the open air The boats is there, the notes is there Yeah, the ropes is there They're gonna die You ready? Out on the balcony, goats in chair Just got the word that the coast is clear So I'ma send it down the coast and load it there Imagine hanging on a prayer knowing dope's in there All that frontin' in your raps, you holdin' where? We turnin' on the lights, you roaches clear Parking lots cemetery, it's Ghosts' there Independent how I feel, the chauffeur's there Why would I do a turkey drive to troll the mayor When we feed the projects for most of the year? See, my heart been black, ain't no hope in here And we been let down by who's supposed to care Me and Steven, gull wings, see, those is rare Ain't no Tonys in my circles, we Sosas here In these ten crack commandments, I'm Moses, yeah ARs do your body like folding chairs, sit down Sellin' cocaine in the open air The boats is there, the notes is there Yeah, the ropes is there Bricks like blocks of government cheese 700 for the Japanese dungarees VVS V12s, don't fuck with my Vs Highest price hood bitches that scuff up they knees Finally made your first million, but what's it to me? Million dollar dog collar, I'm pluckin' you fleas See, none of those barkin' can fuck with the tree And when they legalize that, the discussion's with me Paris Le Meurice, the sprawling suite His Cartier, her wrist Van Cleef Exes deceased, uh AKA rest in peace Her mother's worst fear is you die in the streets 17 mind changes up under my seat Jean-Georges reservations, I'm dyin' to eat Then we toast with Sancerre, a sigh of relief Watch you niggas blow it all just tryna compete Sellin' cocaine in the open air The boats is there, the notes is there Yeah, the ropes is there