Letras
Storm brewing
Feel the ache in my joints except for my wrist with the bustdown Rollie I flew in
Used to be some pitch-black diamonds stuffed in the face but my jeweler done gentrified it, put white ones up in their place
It ain’t just a watch, it’s a ligament brace
I got Ksubi crotch and a Damier waist
They sent every swatch of Italian linen
The stitch-count and the texture weigh heavy on my decision
My dismount on the silk-blend smooth as Damian Lillard from distance
Storm brewing
If I hadn’t put on this lil Prada poncho the rest of my fit be ruined
My homie just put a 2 and a 2 and a 2 in a fizzy beverage
He moving slower than second service from reverend
Mention my streaming numbers it instantly give me leverage
Pilotkid throw me plays I’m like Randy versus single coverage
Whip got a transplant, ironic how that preceded the jaundice
BBS shimmer is juxtaposed with the matte on the fondant
Forgot to mention my jeweler reintroduced the old diamonds back in the face so the color scheme match the fits at a convent
I ain’t care bout my classes or my assignments once I figured I was better at rhyming
Ever since I been climbing, extra percent for my Sherpa
Fingers blistered and purple, I’m not a fan of inertia
These new Louboutin loafers kinda resemble sea urchin
If you not in a socket then I suggest you stop searching
If you watching my pockets just know they wasn’t a purchase
Most my ensembles compensation for my lyrical service
Getting too much attention, that shit be making me nervous
Reservation at Athena, sit and wait for the verdict
Look like Snoop in the courtroom when waiter serve it
Throw fpg on the restaurant copy, that boy deserve it, but honestly it don’t matter the service