I hardly recognize myself, but um...
[Verse 1]
...I present to you
The basket seat photo with the vintage hue
Rifle in the right hand, staff in the other
Watch how my niggas fall out like a baby's tooth
For change under the pillow, your name means nothing to me
Either you dope or you appealing to fools
Why the game change its colors like chameleon?
God be my witness, I be true until I'm a hundred and two
And my body makes way for its heavenly form
And I sit at the right hand smoking civilian kush
The Tiger's eye was opened by the way of the Wolf
Who hunts not before knowing the lay of the bush
And glides like he never gave weight to gravity's push
[Refrain]
How you not gon' stare in awe at the grace of the dawn?
The coming of the morn', she'll be greeted with Psalms
The light exposed the blood on her palms
So I present this cold spell with a somersault
Shotgun and sleek rifle, bang, bang (heat!), bang
[Verse 2]
Either my heart's grown cold, or these rap niggas ain't really that cold no mo'
Maybe I'm growing old, or more like Benjamin Button in my second childhood, that's me in birth of the code
The shotguns become a sleek rifle, I'm told
Or you could dress shit in a suit
But can't master gimmick, with glitter, these rappers Hillary Banks
Hamburglar, snatch your whole meal off plate
Minus the mask, so they know who did it
I swear these niggas from the future
Where they got camouflaged chains, invisible gats
Cause I don't see none of the shit I hear in their raps
It's all sounding foreign
[Verse 1]
...I present to you
The basket seat photo with the vintage hue
Rifle in the right hand, staff in the other
Watch how my niggas fall out like a baby's tooth
For change under the pillow, your name means nothing to me
Either you dope or you appealing to fools
Why the game change its colors like chameleon?
God be my witness, I be true until I'm a hundred and two
And my body makes way for its heavenly form
And I sit at the right hand smoking civilian kush
The Tiger's eye was opened by the way of the Wolf
Who hunts not before knowing the lay of the bush
And glides like he never gave weight to gravity's push
[Refrain]
How you not gon' stare in awe at the grace of the dawn?
The coming of the morn', she'll be greeted with Psalms
The light exposed the blood on her palms
So I present this cold spell with a somersault
Shotgun and sleek rifle, bang, bang (heat!), bang
[Verse 2]
Either my heart's grown cold, or these rap niggas ain't really that cold no mo'
Maybe I'm growing old, or more like Benjamin Button in my second childhood, that's me in birth of the code
The shotguns become a sleek rifle, I'm told
Or you could dress shit in a suit
But can't master gimmick, with glitter, these rappers Hillary Banks
Hamburglar, snatch your whole meal off plate
Minus the mask, so they know who did it
I swear these niggas from the future
Where they got camouflaged chains, invisible gats
Cause I don't see none of the shit I hear in their raps
It's all sounding foreign
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