Open Air - Intellectual

[Intro]

Sellin' cocaine in the open air, the boats is there

The notes is there, yeah, the ropes is there

They gonna die

You ready?

Out on the balcony, goats in chair

Just got the word that the coast is clear

So I'ma send it down the coast and load it there

Imagine hangin' on a prayer knowing dope's in there

All that frontin' in your raps, you holdin', where?

We turnin' on the lights, you roaches clear

Parking lot cemetery, it's Ghosts' therе

And depending how I feel, the chauffеur's there

Why would I do a turkey drive to troll the mayor

When we feed the projects for most of the year?

See, my heart been black, ain't no hope in here

And we been let down by who 'sposed to care

Me and Steven, gull wings, see, those is rare

Ain't no Tonys in my circles, we Sosas here

In these ten crack commandments, I'm Moses, yeah

ARs do your body like folding chairs, sit down

Sellin' cocaine in the open air, the boats is there

The notes is there, yeah, the ropes is there

Bricks like blocks of government cheese

Seven hundred for the Japanese dungarees

VVS, V12s, don't fuck with my Vs

Highest price, hood bitches that scuff up they knees

Finally made your first million, but what's it to me?

Million-dollar dog collar, I'm pluckin' you fleas

See, none of those barkin' can fuck with the tree

And when they legalize that, the discussion's with me

Paris Le Meurice, the sprawling suite

His Cartier, her wrist Van Cleef, exes deceased, uh

AKA rest in peace

Her mother's worst fear is you die in the streets

Seventeen mind changers up under my seat

Jean-Georges reservations, I'm dyin' to eat

Then we toast with Sancerre, a sigh of relief

Watch you niggas blow it all just tryna compete

Sellin' cocaine in the open air, the boats is there

The notes is there, yeah, the ropes is there