[ Featuring FRXNZO ]
The sentiments in the stars
I'm petty as politicians whose critics took them afar
Look, mind been setting off in the dark
I'm questioning everything from the Bible to the Quran
Hello to my haters! It's the kid that you ain't
Burning butane flames just to light up an eighth
They either copy my style or got similar taste
Talkin' all that dumb shit they couldn't say to my face
But hey,
I rest my blunt on an Hermes Ashtray
And tell the whole world they can kiss my ass
I'm rest assured that I ain't ever coming in halfway
A Backstreet Boy told her I want it that way
Yeah I want it that way
Yeah I want it that way
Yeah I want it that way
What's up?
I got time to be cold still
Warm when my heart speak
Scorn been my spark still
Formed from that park beach
Since they added the S to Douglas, ain't been no room in my art to tweak
It isn't shit in the world definitive you can say ain't in my arc to reach, ay
You see it different and that's cool, but you ain't keepin power on principles
Ain't inventing no logic, I organize, you ain't no genius you can't make it simpler
And I got a black belt with the rhetoric
You make a claim, my nigga, I'm vetting it
You make a name and you movin weird, it's possible I call you something instead of it
I know it's a movement, someone gon be at the head of it
And most of you niggas ain't ready yet
And you gon see sumn in my set of it
And you gon say you'd do it better but
You ain't got shit up out of the sediment
You a Stephen King, the way you approach the pen a little unsettling
I'm T'Challa when I'm in my element, they gotta swallow that they in my settlement
F*ckin wit VII, you might end up better, you goin to Heaven you doubting I'm Heaven-sent
Niggas thought they'll bury my story but all I was doing was gettin ahead of it
Hair was lockin before I was braiding it, now that I'm locked in, these niggas been dreading it
So I got a head of steam still when I'm in the same state
Whenever I leave, it's rarely to the same place
Thanks to Hunter Phay, this day I had a fair plate
Wish it would more guys givin us a fair shake, they're baked
Ashes in the ashtray
Ashes is in urn
Because the cash is getting burned
You better turn the other cheek
Before we toss you and then turn around
And walk away
I toss and then I turn
Damascus steel all in the stones
Smoking on a joint call this harmony, thugs and bones
Higher then than drones
That the aviation niggas flown
I sit and like Kanye and Jay make niggas watch the throne
As I chant to the other side "you ain't shit nigga, c'mon" (y'all niggas ain't nothing)
High stake's on, money, cash, residuals
Radical, highly irrational vigilante individual
Who yet hasn't even got to his f*cking pinnacle
Hide it in plain sight it comes across is invisible
They subtracted it only cause they knew it was divisible
And if you don't get the shit you need to get a better syllabus pussy
