J-Bankrollz - Superego lyrics

Now that I'm in the booth, I'm here to deliver the truth I'm on that viral Lost Boy level, because I'm no less than Ruth I'm ruthless, spill wine on you, leave you in a Vermouth mess Girl got a Chanel dress, and my paper fresh of the press I like my wine fine, same as my dime when we go to dine 5 stars, check the sign, bouncer hook up, I skip the line Didn't even have to bribe, the man was back from my tribe And once I was inside, that restaurant had a hella swella vibe Got home, pulled up Yelp, you're welcome, that's another five Got a queen bee holding down my hive, and she's looking alive Like my boy piscina de los muertos I got one that's lively L.A. face, Oakland booty that's on duty, come and sit beside me I had to get dirty to make my first 30 bricks but now my money sturdy Hershey isn't on my level, I'm a loco chocolatier like Purdy Make the chica the Princess of Wales, wearing a Princess Di-adem My shooters live of amenities and work free, didn't even have to hire ‘em Rap game is my home, but unlike the city of ancient Rome I built it in a day based solely on the merits of my dome They call me blasphemous, clerics can't deal with my lyrics My music isn't atmospheric, can't lounge when you're stratospheric She likes photos of clouds and I'm cumulonimbus Monsoon season: call me typhoon or a flooded Indus Head to the subcontinent, and I'm sub-par with malcontent Like my out of shape with poor posture friend, you could say I'm bent I find Terpsichore amusing, and she's my current goal Diamond in this coal, and I'm down to stop, drop, and roll The last guy was pretty swoll but go to ABE and cast a poll You'll find I'm the goal, the rice that all the chicas want in their bowl You'll find I am the candid candidate you want to date And my average rating is a two plus eight out of two plus eight My cleverness and face go and compensate for my lack of weight And the way I monopolize this real estate has the other fellas irate Went from being young boy rags to Rich Uncle Pennybags I'm messing with Fenty while you're picking up the petty hags Pull up my britches, perfect game like Larson when he pitches You're trenching in the ditches, I'm wearing rollies rolling in my riches Meeting and setting big goals while I'm betting bankrolls Trig on my Rolls, literally ride shotgun with my j**els Floating on my boat, Noah's Ark, and I'm the goat No inscription on my mink coat, that was all she wrote Jokes, jokes, you got I some more before I hit the floor Got swagger like Mandalore, and this is Boba Fett galore I'm on Trump levels of division, I call it disintegration Take a lesson from the Haitians, I'm bringing a quake to your nation I'm the devil, president forty-five, I hope you're ready for our jive Because you'll be dancing with me until the cows arrive I don't see the bovines, so I'll do you like I do cosines Solve you and leave you like your wife: unoriginal with no lines You're a useless tool, and you've been piscine in the pool Logical like George Boole, crossing up this trumped-up fool Upgraded in sixteen-hundred Penn but don't try to pretend You're just another trust fund baby that likes to blow and spend America's gone mad, and not a tad, but all the way to bad This four year disaster fad is going to see your country hit the crash pad Used your democracy to elect the nouveau riche aristocracy Who pushed his way to power with fear mongering and hypocrisy Hypothetical for you Donald: I possess your second son Now I Am-Eric-and I end your little bout of fun Because the office is too important for a superego loony Well, actually, you couldn't launch the nukes with fingers that puny Bruh