[Intro]

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[Verse]

Top floor of the condo, I'm starin' at the city

My life is like art, I'm livin' out my lyrics

Visions explicit, my taste is exquisite

All I spit is dope 'cause I used to deal it

The streets is what raised me, it took a whole village

You never seen me smile, I need you to take me serious

'Cause I ain't never jokin', point blank, period

Say I ain't never jokin', if I said it, then I meant it

Shawty, I'm vintage, it ain't a nigga like me

I like my guns quiet and I like my women feisty

I know you like me, so what, bitch? Bite me

I'm kickin' down the door 'cause y'all niggas ain't invite me

Honey, I'm home, I took a seat on the throne where I belong

The journey was awful long, I'm goin' at it alone

I got it, whoever want it, I'll turn 'em into a donor

I put my work in the street, my cubicle was a corner

My brother was in a coma, I couldn't do shit to save him

I had to sit back and watch as the reaper came back to take him

I wish, I wish he made it to witness how far I made it

Cake every day, we don't need a special occasion

I'm still gassin' up, my ego done got inflated

'Cause you ain't never read my name on no affidavit

Still, I move like I'm under investigation

All the carats I done gave to my lady, no vegetation

Sorry, you ask me too many questions, I get evasive

Dr. Don Trip and you niggas testin' my patience

Keep tryin', you not fazin' 'em, hardbody, vibranium

Shootin' like I aimed at a hoop in a gymnasium

Real still recognize real and you an alien

The skeletons inside my closet could fill a stadium

I'm still shinin' on niggas, I feel radiant

You not who you are in your rhymes, you a plagarist

Ballin' in this bitch, I'm the favorite for a daily pic

I just had a dream that I was broke and that shit made me sick

Here's what the tub told the toilet, on some player shit

You might get more ass than me, but I don't take no shit

Steady mobbin' with the Carbon, got a laser kit

Money on your head, I pulled out more hits than Taylor Swift

Pistols flashin', lights, camera, action

Got my ears ringin', I might need an Aspirin

My wife a spoiled brat, she wanna take a trip to Aspen

Just so she can take a bunch of selfies in the cabin

I remember vividly when we ain't really have it

Food stamps were low, we had to stretch it out and ration

A couple M's up and still not comfortable relaxin'

Maybe that's a concept that I ain't truly grasp yet

I was movin' pounds before they called 'em hashtags

Feelin' like Lito with the trash bags, long live Pif