VERSE I:
It's like I'm falling out the sky in the booth, and never touched the floor
Broads 3 card monty the dude, they want the lucky draw
Throwing me they lucky drawers, though I never touch it raw
I'll call a nigga's poker face a bluff, I am declaring war
I will not lose, I refuse it, I'd rather be dead than broke
The way my deck is looking this music success is inevitable
So press up each copy, my fate's in a Louis Vuitton duffle storage
He'll be with an LP all up in the streets, probably won't even touch the stores
I'm watching niggas with chameleon intent, real recognize real, I see through limousine tint
Plus I lead by example, you could jump on his back
Niggas throw shots all the time without thought, you see me ducking each jab
And I'm dumb with the craft, and I punish each set
Artistically, my knee's on its chest and my thumb's on it's neck
And yes I rips these, I don't need 16's, take 15, let it breathe...
VERSE II:
Could have swore I just went diamond in the hood off of rhyming in the hood
I'd like to had a got a Caddy and put a diamond in the hood
I'm digging in the scene no sunroof, I lose mine when I come through
Got a lose mind, lost a couple screws, time to pick it up, I want the pun included
Clear bottles, hundred proof, orange boxes, hundred shoes
Got a hundred styles, thumbing through
A little more handsome, tun of cooche
Stay hungry too, got a tapeworm, I substitute these basic terms
With street synonyms, a street gentleman, mix poetry with street riddling
Niggas on my shit watch ya man like Vevo
Bet I'm with a chick staying tan like Guidos
Independent with it staying playing with C-notes
Ask her what she got on my chain like I'm D-Bo
Bet you see me wearing all black like I'm emo
In Space Jams, no Danny Devito, sipping something strong
Either Jack or vino, don't spill, don't spill it on my flannel and chinos
Swaggin' on us, tacky corny, niggas conforming, trash ya laundry
Be the first ones trying to brag up on it, but real niggas know they lack importance
My dapper aura, back up off 'em, niggas conforming, trash ya laundry
Be the first ones trying to brag up on it, but real niggas know they lack importance, wait, let it breathe
HOOK I, 2X:
This shit gon' take me around the world, don't take me around ya girl
And if you take me around ya girl, I'll tell her don't take me around ya girls
VERSE III:
I skipped the basics, I'm in the Matrix, I'm a one of one
All I needed was on shot, I think in one for one
His flow so rare like a thick Asian, oh yeah, this shit's amazing
They tell me I'm different lately, I tell 'em I like for changes
HOOK II, 2X
I think I'm Shepard Fairey, Banksy, Dan Witz, you should thank me
