[Verse 1: Moor Mother]
Shit shout out to sky like Warren Moon did it
Blood on the trees, blood on the leaves
Lady day and the meek eating no ford
Why dipper mouth blowing snot
In the Hermes cloth of Jesus
Satched the cleanest since he copped his lace from the priest
In this tree from Jefferson County in the spaghetti roads
The most drip saints marching in
Since Toussaint with the machette
Giving body blows the beast, kept the crackers on a leash
Jesus piece, now come here
Get three-fifths a slice of this Africa cake
Diamonds south of savan I mean the pussy of Africa
Matriarchal golden crown, drum on water
Sky walker, I’m like Nina in the jungle with diamonds
I'm a Black Panther knife to the neck of King Leopold
The glamorous life, yeah
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Cascading communications of no significance whatsoever
Waves of pleasure, thought you had the best til you taste better
Taste butter, the tailor tape measure touch like a lover
Doormen’s faces blend into one another
Glass panels in the sky, with the sound off
Even when you drive you fly, they rarely touch the Porsche
I never saw it, just sat stage right
The stage perfectly lit, no time for stage fright
The private jet, the landing strip
Every follicle plugged and trimmed
Zero-sum so somebody gots to win
You don’t understand the quiet it bring
Deafening, you can’t hear a thing
Sinking seats, everything got wings
Signal’s weak, sleep in Faraday Cage
Carrying in curve beak, she in the family way
Shit shout out to sky like Warren Moon did it
Blood on the trees, blood on the leaves
Lady day and the meek eating no ford
Why dipper mouth blowing snot
In the Hermes cloth of Jesus
Satched the cleanest since he copped his lace from the priest
In this tree from Jefferson County in the spaghetti roads
The most drip saints marching in
Since Toussaint with the machette
Giving body blows the beast, kept the crackers on a leash
Jesus piece, now come here
Get three-fifths a slice of this Africa cake
Diamonds south of savan I mean the pussy of Africa
Matriarchal golden crown, drum on water
Sky walker, I’m like Nina in the jungle with diamonds
I'm a Black Panther knife to the neck of King Leopold
The glamorous life, yeah
[Verse 2: Billy Woods]
Cascading communications of no significance whatsoever
Waves of pleasure, thought you had the best til you taste better
Taste butter, the tailor tape measure touch like a lover
Doormen’s faces blend into one another
Glass panels in the sky, with the sound off
Even when you drive you fly, they rarely touch the Porsche
I never saw it, just sat stage right
The stage perfectly lit, no time for stage fright
The private jet, the landing strip
Every follicle plugged and trimmed
Zero-sum so somebody gots to win
You don’t understand the quiet it bring
Deafening, you can’t hear a thing
Sinking seats, everything got wings
Signal’s weak, sleep in Faraday Cage
Carrying in curve beak, she in the family way
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