Quelle Chris - Sleek Rifle lyrics

I hardly recognize myself, but um... [Verse 1] ...I present to you The basket seat photo with the vintage hue Rifle in the right hand, staff in the other Watch how my n***as fall out like a baby's tooth For change under the pillow, your name means nothing to me Either you dope or you appealing to fools Why the game change its colors like chameleon? God be my witness, I be true until I'm a hundred and two And my body makes way for its heavenly form And I sit at the right hand smoking civilian kush The tiger's eye was opened by the way of the rule Who hunts not before knowing the lay of the [?] And glides like he never gave weight to gravity's push [Refrain] How you not gon' stare in awe at the grace of the dawn? The coming of the morn', she'll be greeted with Psalms The light exposed the blood on her palms So I present this cold spell with a somersault Shotgun and sleek rifle, bang, bang (heat!), bang [Verse 2] Either my heart's grown cold, or these rap n***as ain't really that cold no mo' Maybe I'm growing old, or more like Benjamin bu*ton in my second childhood, that's me [?] The shotguns become a sleek rifle, I'm told Or you could dress sh** in a suit The "can't master" gimmick, with glitter, these rappers' Hillary Banks Hamburglar, snatch your whole meal off plate Minus the mask, so they know who did it I swear these n***as from the future Where they got camouflage, chains, invisible gats Cause I don't see none of the sh** I hear in their raps It's all sounding foreign [Refrain] How you not gon' stare in awe at the grace of the dawn? The coming of the morn', she'll be greeted with Psalms The light exposed the blood on her palms So I present this cold spell with a somersault (Heat... heat!) Hot damn it, Jimmy! Turn the AC on; it's hot in here! What up! Shotgun and sleek rifle, biotch! (Hardly recognizing my...)