Intro: Stroke of Lyrxo Wale

[Verse]
The envy of my biggest haters
It's not the type of situation that a nigga painting
I swear the dirty bitches scheming, they be on them capers
Niggas dying from dippers, pistols, and fornication
This is the capital of the universe
Where dreaming of bigger wheels is pursuing a newer hearse
Now how was that for your consolation prize?
Can't address my vision, you caught up with naked eye
It's Basquiat without a brush, Vodka in a toilet cup
Painting dull colors 'cause my marijuana loud enough
Other artist that's working is never working this hard
It's sort of a cross between Nicky and Ernie Barnes
Sugar shacking with shorties wetting up all their pearlies
It's not a sleeve, baby girl, it's an allegory
And in any category, I'm very established
Got women of all colors, my home is a palette
Superior talent, women give me my balance
In Ocho Rios me and shawty, we smoke out a chalice
Rastafar right, nigga about to scar ya
And take a life, I'm painting potassium chloride
Expect the truth when I come through you niggas all slight
And you got no pull like you rolling up your cigars tight
I live by the code "fuck hoes", make it look easy
She said she need me in her walls, I give her graffiti
A jay of that diesel, my portrait been lethal
Straight off the easel, I proceed to do this for the people
Straight off the easel, still undefeated
I'm painting masterpieces
Ralph, A stroke of genius
(Ow)