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It's the shamrock suburban Hand cooks kiss the codeine curtain When I spilled last week with the ice on my teeth Champagne Diamonds looks like ice tea on a white T I'ma write in cursive like Kyrie Irving Pastel pink on the color of the curtains Prada on the surface of the purses But I'ma disappear if the purchase wasn't worth it Can't put the price tag on the priceless Your wife bought her bride's dress off of Craigslist Oriental blue swordfish, sky blue chrome Don't put the barcode on the Boysenberry Bobcat The Lamborghini yacht was a very light lilac Parked out back, caddy corner to the dry shed I found my Fendi prints in fountain blue It's the white Cuban down in Georgia Contrary to you, I can't work in a cubicle Two Croatian cuties clean my cuticles The raspberry Rod Stewart I don't talk about men, or I don't wear Ray-Bans If you fuck up my funds, we could never be friends again Never try to reprimand the cinnamon sand man The airdrop was tropical, life is an obstacle course Of course, I can take a college course in how to drive a Porsche But they won't teach you about remorse or divorce So, why did I clap my hands two times and both of my doors went up? Uh It's the hazelnut Harrison Ford In a four door DeLorean It's the synonym smorgasbord when I hit record I need a Dior private resort By age four, my favorite shape was a trapezoid Look (Riff), I pull up'd and jump out the black Mazi So high lately, you could light a fuckin' match 'bout me Before the rap hobby, I was selling crack probably Somewhere selling dog food in the snack lobby Big boogers in the watch like a brat, snotty A few of those 'cause I get on beats, I catch bodies Used to G-Ride drinking Henny with black Johnny Now I'm on the jet watching NC to catch Rodney It's like the dope game, no respect in it You don't know if the cocaine got some fent in it I threw Forgies on the Rolls with the wrap finish I got 30 in the pole, the clip extended They say good business is the best business So every month, my mailbox got some checks in it I'm getting money, that should aggravate my ex-bitches Conway and Riff Rappers (ayo) they think we should respect this Allow me to riff smoke spliffs and sips fifths, wanna make that drifts This lyricism is like giving them gifts, I'm Zapp Brannigan to these Kif's On the grind like kickflips, I stay with six zips When I shoot from the hip, it hits, 18-year-old, I'm a Karen at the riffs Flex nuts in a Louis tux, lock it down like a horcrux My flow gets more bucks than a cabin wall, rap 'em all Shine like Kenobi's weapon, I'm stepping on graves Smoke grass and cut crack with blades, skip class and catch fades My bitch got the best braids, high school my best days As a criminal lord subliminal, cause and effect Slicing throats, gauze for your neck, pause and protect Never got my money straight, always did it the Con-way Older brother stayed with keys like Steinway, not my way Listening to the three-one-two at noon, that's Sade Why they hatin' on young brothers that made it? You made I blew up, and you deflated, pick the beat and I filleted it Spit fire like my first edition Charizard with the ten graded That's half a mil easy, move in silence like Weezy My neck freezy All this bullshit y'all talkin' don't appease me In a '67 Bronco riding through, money expand like Majin Boo, fuck you Logic a decade of runnin', I leave 'em dunnin' Throw you off a cliff, then hit the booth the way I'm stunnin'