[Verse 1: AMMT]
Monsoon the waterfront, I'm drinking Fiji
I feel like Don Cheadle, Ocean's Eleven on repeat
Hope my past don't come back to Paula Deen me
This word to Young Braised and 1080p
Japanese Tendencies turn your basement to a bakery
The sorta skinny lovers in the house, Heavy D
Told the beat, please come back like Babie V
Ashy Larry brush the turkish royals off my denim jeans
Never seen a palm tree, but all my verses peachy keen
All your raps should come with a full bibliography
Obviously, you just took his discography
Then mixed it with a little bit of B.I.G.'s discography
Now you trying pa** it off as intellectual property
You burn CDs essentially
Doing nothing worth mentioning
I'll be with the team, improving recipes gradually
I'm Edgar Allen Poe in the flesh, I need my Berenice
Fiji water bottle filled with Arizona ice tea
Couple shots of Absynthe, yeah, it mix nicely
Need a white chick with corn rows and a white tee
High-waisted shorts blue denim, but it's twice bleached
[Verse 2: Young Braised]
Black hat, white shirt, black shorts, white shoes
Why I be stained color black and make it night move (hold up)
Heard the beat and felt quite soothed, quite smooth
How I do it nicely with that ice blue
Icey in my hand, solo cup full of ice dew
Straight from the mountain in my udder, I'm a ice dude
Hit me with the joint, I'm feeling in the spike mood
Spike the punch, Ammit, while I light the Dutch Backwoods in it
Lighting all these haters with the heaters off the cabbage, savage garden
In the garden, in the city like madness
And I ain't talkin Wisconsin, just a Cheesehead Babel
And about how I knew I'd keep it like a sensei or a balance, man
Hit some four-twentys, now I'm feeling like a chalice, man
I been puttin work in, dog, check my palace, man
Don't ever fix your lips like Callogen
Then say something when you gon end up apologing, man
Man
Man
Man