[Intro: Issimo]
*Lighter flick*
*Drag*
Shiit.. Don't make me drop a joint on you
[Verse 1: Issimo]
Nigga's still talking Picassos
Pipe dreams of copping the Carravagio
There ain't shit you can tell us when the fucking endgame's donating Donatellos
Coupe Deville, I call that bitch Cruella
The marihuana loud so it's singing Acapella
Hop out, Ferregamo on the concrete, the woman next to me got Carolina Herrera
She's getting these fly balls like Yogi Berra
And I pause only when the bitches tryna hear me clearer
Young philosopher, call me Seneca
Two jays like Okocha, stunting like Uncle Emeka
Pockets on chubby checker
Yea you made it to my circle but you can't be in my sector
That's why you can't see my section
Shiit, nigga step up your introspection
This is artificial intelligence
Anthropomorphized by natural selection
Repetition's the precursor to perfection
That's why I don't vote, they rigging every election
Rather be in the Lex, Luger, flexing
Big Bs on the watch, buzzing like a vespid
Heading over to Ernst n'
Young tryna see what a nigga might invest in
Whip the Bugatti down the West End
So many Vs I'm ending vendettas with my engine
I'm just tryna maintain independence
And the money long I pray I never see it's ending
But there's just no way to prevent it
So I keep spending
I see you peeping over fences
Homosapiens wanna penetrate my defenses
But this is oil money shit
Started riding Benzes when Daddy was flying Pegasus
Over heads, ever heard of Mobil
That's why I never sweat in my suit like Ozil
With my French chick, somewhere close to Beauville
It's that ass fault I turn that pussy to roadkill
Goldilocks, She gunning for my oatmeal
I feed her baguettes and carats, that's a cold meal