Start of pandemic I was eating sleep for dinner

Now it’s a fork on the fender

It’s a whole lot of pretenders who fucking with me because I’m a contender

They chewing the fat and I want it to render

I don’t know how to surrender

Whole week in the lab on a bit of a bender

I got to the bag when my chances were slender

The Damier crossbody came with extender

In theory the cash I could stash it but 40-ball ain’t really fitting in practice

The leather is sturdy but not too elastic

Goyard the trunks like I’m Patrick

Forging the flow in the flame like a blacksmith

Forgi the feet on the wagon

G63 on the back and it’s dead on arrival unless I’m approached with a backend

Digital dash I been hacking

Ironic cuz it ain’t no keys

I roll down the window for Miami breeze

I’m on Ocean Drive on a mission for steeze

Soak in the sun and the deco

The Bape on my back kinda look like a gecko

I turn down the verb cuz I don’t like the echo

Maison Margielas I lace em with nettles, put lead in the sole and I press on the pedal

They wanna mess with the cash on my schedule, I’m wishing they would like a evil Geppetto

Flower set diamonds they straight from the meadow, they frolic and flash when the sun hit the bezel

Throw it into my rotation of several, put bread on the ice like a New Jersey Devil

Learned to excel under pressure, I get in that mode when my back on the wall

Niggas DMing me asking bout features, ain’t working unless a few racks are involved

I’ll cut a deal if the nigga is raw, otherwise I gotta tax on it all

The shit that I’m wearing you probably ain’t saw, I’m fitted from ankle to jaw

Need a waterproof camera for taking these flicks, can’t use a Fuji to capture the Fiji

Waiter come check on the table, he ask if I’m good, I say everything peachy

Veni then vidi then vici, the venison on me is raw in the middle

Back on the grill for a little

Junya rainjacket, don’t care bout no drizzle

I treat every beat like a candlelit vigil

The halos on both of my pinkies are sigils

25, 19, and 12 the initials engraved in the metal to make it official

This shit is my calling, I feel it in tissue, it sit in my marrow, it’s deep in my bones

I step in the booth in some cozy apparel and get everything off my chest but these stones

747 like Big Unit slider, it’s slicing through zones

Every new flight is a nice lil break, it’s the only time niggas ain’t calling my phone