[Intro]

Yeah, pour me some prosecco

Dim the lights down a little more, you heard?

Feel like some Bobby Womack shit, hahahah

This how you show up and show out, uh

[Verse 1]

Sneaker hoarder, relationship sinkin' in water

Two sons, got jiped, wanted a daughter

New guns, bumpin' Nip, my niece's there at the altar

Rhyme culture, whole aura still M.C Ultra

Who the vulture sippin' rum punch, sunk in the sofa?

One blunt, was on a hunt tryin' to jump in some chocha

Young Sosa, soloist, seeking asylum

Hidden sonics on my first album speaking in volumes

Peep how they wildin, fashion trends keep me from stylin

Handsome then, super slim trying to sleep with the stallions

Henny gallon, no dimmies, my pennies was piling

Far from friendly, when you bent is what get you sent to the Island

Grilled salmon, tryna leave alone wings and bones

Pocket dialing with these phones, I'm the king of the tones

Bring me my throne, the lover, E-N-Y Guy from Sutter

In junior high, used to lie when I stutter

Fly with the butters, Coogi sweaters, copped them in colors

I'm not like the others, nut busser, kept boxes of rubbers

It's over, your boy sober, sitting back thirty years older

Stare closer, see the tears on my shoulders, distillin'

Lost feelings, need therapy for the healin'

From what I see, I could never be a civilian

When touchin' them millions, who to trust?

Fooling with lust'll have you doing everything but never doing enough

Just flew to the cut, first Ghana then Botswana

It's a lot to ponder, traveled back right after Kwanzaa

Quick reminder, life's short, visit resorts

Spirits and sports, how you move mirror your thoughts

Message was caught, unwrapped, placed in my lap

The greatest is back, tell the haters make me a plaque

[Interlude]

Thirty billion streams predicted

And we ain't even mix it

It's that next level shit

AZ Esquire, poet extraordinaire

Kept it P since day one

My word always my bond, regardless to whom or what

[Verse 2]

Rather unique, I travel through beats

Correlate with crime, most my kind is deceased

Rhyme for the streets, never those that line up they peeps

Just the ones who will is weak and thirst knowledge and seek

We civil, read through riddles, court cases lead to acquittals

The chisel, in our presence, they shrivel

Words is frivol', if action ain't applied to assist

What's flyer than this? From the mix, I survived the abyss

Highly equipped to cope, my nig did his bid on a boat

Out of her wig, his wiz slid him some dope

He home, all he wanted, Fear of God and some Foams

A Lo knitted, Yank fitted and Bvlgari cologne

I hit him, when tour stop, I’ll spin the block and get him

Just heard the word that his opps got with him, gave him his wings

A few niggas keep it a bean, he was one

Doe or Die, guess we all get a run

[Outro]

More money, more murder

Life as we know it

Not how it should be, but it's the laws of nature

Doe or Die, three decades and counting

Who else could pour their heart out and

Paint pictures at the same time?

A toast to the official, survivors of the urban corner cold war

Never compromise

Calculated and conquered any and all oppositions that stood in their path

This is pre-ordained

I salute y'all, the god