[Verse 1]
I'm tipping
Through the tunnel
At last I'm back
Out of that
Fast b**hes
And stack riches
Sipping a Saranac
Battle raps
Or back of the bar
Got a stunner
On my arm
Charm heavy
When he putting it on
And if I stay
Dipped in
Hedi Slimane
For YSL
And I spell rhymes
That won't ever sell
I'm high as hell
But she fly as hell
Riding shotgun
In the whip
Honeydips
They want him back
Black, he trying to get rich
Or die trying
Why science
Won't ever keep me
From crying
I'm meditating
On buddha
Dreaming about
The Mayans
Silver Mount Zion
Kingsley Amis
I'm almost famous
And always going for delf
When history leave you nameless
If it's lost black magic
It's guns, germs, and steel
Twentieth century
Is just more than whip appeal
Live for simple meals
Puffing krill
And zinfandel
So I'm living well
Your homegirl like it
She kiss-and-tell
[Hook]
It's the year of the honeydip
It's the age of the money grip
From the club
To the whip
To the crib
To the bed
To the world that I struggle with
[Verse 2]
I'm in the
Night sky pushing
A black-tint
In the range
Spinning the lanes
And sick of days
Spent in the rain
Stick to model chicks
Sniff c**aine
Rod Lavers
And Sky Pagers
And thick gold chains
It's all the same
So we play Orwellian, rap
For Machiavellian, stacks
Lush Vida Rock
Sun in your back
This is dream rap
Sitting on chrome
Ethan Frome
With Zena gone
He sleeping alone
It's for the dome
And it's on
Rap, win ‘em
Black, we back in ‘em
Half-sleeve gingham
Junya Watanabe
Lee denim
Chin chin ‘em
On top of the globe
South Philly
Forever pretty
He repping the show
That's how it go
In a low goose
Grand Cru
Grandstanding
And band-standing the jam, too
It's Lushlife
You know the name
I stay sane
Blessing the mic
Listen close
You hear a puff
From the stress in the night
[Hook]
It's the year of the honeydip
It's the age of the money grip
From the club
To the whip
To the crib
To the bed
To the world that I struggle with
[Coda]
Hope when I go
(No thrills)
Sleep ‘til I dream
(Coke, pills)
Work ‘til I die
(Broke still)
Dope boy magick
(So real)