[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**