[Verse 1: Bar]
I rise up next to a machete five twenties
Henny in a kiddush and a bowl that never emptied
Early routine empty coffee on the way out
Hit the homie on some take out
Sushi breakfast on the plate now
No mistake back to the whip to the spot
No need to throw gas when it plugs in the lot
And you thinkin that I'm lying but be sure that I'm not
At least four ladies in bikinis by my pool when it's hot
Got the existential negligence
Automatic arrogance
To match the semi-auto that the dope boys lick with eloquence
Turn up turn up like exorcist
Flush it down no evidence
Lead me through your dry exodus
I'm next to miss, don't get next to this
Good night sweet prince - I'm wasted
21 years in a basement
Jack and blunts I faced it
Just embrace it, I've lost patience
In ya kitchen cookin naked
21 years still faded
Jack and blunts I crave it
Just save it, I'm through waitin
See for shine we lust cause the glint don't rust
Prospect now we must in gold and guap we trust
Only deal in gold cause the yellow first cla**
At last you showed up, but you decked out in bra**