ASICS

It's the return of the Best Coast, West Coast Let the rest know, pineapples in my trench coat, French haute Took some time out to let these cheques grow, Then I found out the game infected Like them n got some strep throat Will revive it, this recipe only a chef knows We be thriving, ya'll call it hip-hop your s is like techno Ain't no need to mumble it to add another decimal This that culinary work, try be sceptical on the spectacle Haters be the greediest, wanna see us tedious Ain't got the ingredients, ain't even close to deviant Shawties be the prettiest, trying to be the mischievous What you expect when you the got the sauce? the streets obedient. Kick game like Kylian, flow like Evian Ain't even serious, killing s out here is the easiest Life is what you make it it's all about the experience I like my wine Sicilian and thotty booty Brazilian Dimple by the cases, hit a lot a places Still in evolution, but ain't stuck up in a Matrix I run this s no ASICS just basics All black fitted like a goddam racist The Don dada, real top shotta Mind over matter, mi do it mi not fi stutter The Don dada, real top shotta Flip a page inna mi chapter, mi do it mi never chatter nah Shout out to OnlyFans b getting money Playing n for dummy You won't donate to community rather give it to p You're Kevin Hart foot tall that's why she look at you funny You got a Queen Bee, (and) still pay for honey We see more cap than a Yankees fitted hat I guess that's why Hov' switched to the Rasta head wrap Let's drawback and recap, backtrack to real rap, They're lukewarm and decaf, Cole, Kenny we need that. Its just me, Rob, Tinashe, chilling 'till its lights out, We running s like Eliud Kipchoge's Nikes, ouch This the s you drop the top to, Broad daylight getting top too, Homie I ain't top two, I'm the one you're looking up to Poof be gone, shoo shoo, I keep poking 'em like Voodoo, Hypocrisy is the homage vice pays to virtue, I got sent to hurt you, this verse will hearse you I'll pass on my flowers man I'm coming for a statue The Don dada, real top shotta Mind over matter, mi do it mi not fi stutter The Don dada, real top shotta Flip a page inna mi chapter, mi do it mi never chatter nah This that s the city been waiting for Ya'll cook beef, but we can serve it raw I'll never settle 'cause I'm anticipating more, Knocking on Satan's door, chilling with all these broads, Glenfiddich on the rocks, I got a thousand on my feet, Pen rhythms until I drop in my black Ksubi jeans, Tell a doubter suck a don't go hating on the dreams, They're strugglers with the bars, and lacking the self-esteem, As a writer, I'm Supreme like the box logo, I pop No-Doze on a mission like I'm Frodo, Life's really been up and down like a f pogo or yo-yo But I'm still gorgeous in my photos, I'm trying to smash all of your preconceptions, Use my mind as a weapon, and sharpen it every second, I be on cloud nine while you play in the wreckage, I'm really in my Prime like an Amazon package, wha-what Dimple by the cases, hit a lot a places Still in evolution, but ain't stuck up in a Matrix I run this s no ASICS just basics All black fitted like a goddam racist The Don dada, real top shotta Mind over matter, mi do it mi not fi stutter The Don dada, real top shotta Flip a page inna mi chapter, mi do it mi never chatter nah