[Spoken Story]

Oh, and I skipped the whole part about us meeting Francis earlier that day

We went to Chez Francis

That was the first thing we actually did

We left the Louvre, and all four of us walked to Chez Francis

And we was kicking it there before he even opened

And it was just us four, and we was talking

And that’s how I was introduced to my good man, Francis

[Verse]

Drift much deeper than luck

Paper stash stacked like a book

I’ma stay down, get to it

I stay out the loop

You’re scary, I stay out the coop

Straight then back like a rook

Give you my rounds, I’m crooked

Got a stick on me, I book it

If it ain’t on me, I hook it

If my man’s with me, we’ll trash it

We bagged him ‘cause he have it

White boy named Sebastian

10 hour flight need xans n em

Woke up Paris, France

Ran into my man’s lap

Got drinks at St. Francis

I was with my man’s Ralph

Nappa was with Patrick

Me and Nappa shared a sandwich

Then we went to Leakes, Africa

[Spoken]

So look—we got the fucking Louvre

Me and Pat like kinda annoyed

‘Cause we not no tourists

These ass niggas—this shit look annoying

We not trying to do this shit

We like, alright, we can fuck up outta here

Soon as we step up, you turn the corner—

You see this nigga Sideshow

Bad trinkets from a random motherfucker on the side

And he gave me one of them, yo—

Just a little Eiffel Tower

Little gold Eiffel Tower

Little gold Eiffel Tower, yeah

We go back to the crib

We kick it

And we just talking

And we drink some Tris

And we go see Angel Bachwith

At the fucking Worcester Commons

Worcester Commons, yeah

Talk, talk that, talk that slob

We drink a lean on that joint, that joint

Yeah

Then we go get some chicken

At this fucking wild ass, crazy ass dance floor

Some beautiful French women

And that shit was lovely