Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Look [Chorus] Take it to the arm leg, leg arm, head like a Quran I roll it fat, pass to the left like a baton I'm a son of God catchin' these rays like San Juan What your man's on with all this truth to stand on I promise 'til the day that I pass, I'm on they ass Fresh-painted digital dash, I'm gettin' cash No exaggeration, the difference be in the detail I get it for the factory, flippin' it for the retail [Verse 1] I'm slidin', block bendin' with my shine them was on Why they always hatin' just 'cause my niggas on? I'm 'bout to watch a game I put five figures on Keep a bad baby with me 'cause I vibe with hеr strong I'm movin' with intention, a whole dimension from y'all boys Niggas got thе nerve to be short-changin' with tall boys Really doin' shit that he be wishin' he can't Bubble jacket full of rolls, I'm like the Michelin Man They at they Momma crib, miserable, and splittin' a Xan I expedite my passport and take this shit to Japan My foreign fabric sendin' fire word, they know the fire good Flier than every resident in your entire hood And I'm comin' out the darkest of places, and yet I still shine Niggas always talkin', we never see it in real-time Peep the method This your energy when you redirect it Laid up with your bitch and we watchin' movie that we directed They ain't gotta dig it, they will talk to me nice, though Taxin' 'cause they act like you regular when the price low Hop up out the coupe and the Cuban put on a light show I never follow crowds, I be movin' 'em like a maestro I do the walkin' and little talkin', I'm busy, bitch All opinionated, but very few of 'em really rich I ain't got the minutes for conversation 'bout silly shit They be long-winded, I'm tryna get me a Mille quick [Pre-Chorus] Roll another dutchie, burnin' sage inside my livin' room Reincarnated, same pharaoh with a different tomb Roll another dutchie, burnin' sage inside my livin' room Reincarnated, same pharaoh with a different tomb [Chorus] Take it to the arm leg, leg arm, head like a Quran I roll it fat, pass to the left like a baton I'm a son of God catchin' these rays like San Juan What your man's on with all this truth to stand on I promise 'til the day that I pass, I'm on they ass Fresh-painted digital dash, I'm gettin' cash No exaggeration, the difference be in the detail I get it for the factory, flippin' it for the retail Nigga [Verse 2] I treat the scars on my psyche like medals of war So I inhale the petals I wasn't smellin' before Face-to-face with accountability, I dust off my due diligence My life becomes a diagram of my internal dialogue This the diaspora diatribe they couldn't dilute I died and rose to God so I'm no longer minute I came off my street a fighter akin to Ken and Ryu, so I can't be a sucker and I won't even try to It's not that deep It's just dead for you to put it simply 'Cause you so full of shit that it left you empty When they cry for attention, I crept through gently Talkin' that Gospel, like guess who sent me? I want a five percent black tint sweatproof Bently and I'm bringin' my morals with me That's the best new entry [Outro] "I believe in myself My body is a gift and I love it My courage is stronger than my fear I am the great opulence of God made visible in my use right now and continuously" I mean May the Lord forgive us, and their ancestors be with us Ah shit