The callous magnate in the palace eatin bay scallops
With The Score and Talladega Nights playin in the background
It’s crazy how people betray you with a smile like Cal Naughton Jr.
Any chance they get to turn your roses into black petunias
Two problems with bitches can’t live with em can’t live without em
Wake up to apple fritters and spritzers by the treyvi fountain
Since adolescence I been mad ballistic wit the cracked linguistics
Built in obsolescence in this game it’s hard to stay optimistic
Keep pushin it as far as we can possibly go
Makin lotsa rolls rollin spliffs and whippin up lobster rolls
It’s commonly cold when I kamikaze these monster flows
Like Godzilla versus Mothra near a burning oil rig off the coast of a pacific island
Flyin by bumpin Christopher Wallace in the cockpit the pilot
who’d be down to go down with the ship
for shits and gigs and outta respect and solidarity
I’m in the booth with Greg doin one more fire take for posterity
Feel the salinity we float on flows like the dead sea
Dog I move like Vandal Savage ain’t no way to dead me
They water it down I simmer it and keep the lid on
So the condensation don’t escape intensifying flavors
They say I’m condescending when I write a condescending flow
That’s kinda sending confident vibes of me
Sendin pictures of my dick to models
Blendin genres overpriced like Erewhon
Swear these bitches would cop anything from there but heroione
Word to Cooper they all on our Saxe and blowin baritone
Roll outta bed roll up pack and get it crackin at the crack of dawn
We coming from the underground the flow floodin the Catacombs
empirical sendin shots at planets leave em like Alderaan
Bitch I ain’t no mothafuckin padawan