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The quasi conscious, fly lord, zenith is my form
The matte black DTT, sovereign at the Yacht store
My green thumbs a magnet for mills, empresses, stocks, bonds
Oliver Peoples Ozzy Osbourne, Ausi's show props for him
The straw that broke the camels back was pride gone wrong
My eyes brawl
My existence just hit ascendence, massages on top floors
On the phone with Mike Jackson's ghost while he chews popcorn
Good luck bit me with lockjaw
Good at giving a fuck about bygones
Toca Tuesdays, Ash Wednesdays, Thirsty Thursday's
Good Friday's, by Monday, another world away
Persian rugs and Yogi in my vertebrates, I percolate
Wake and follow your hearts orders, you won't work a day
Zen papi, I see Bugatti's in the Swiss Alps
Win properly, I cure a country when my shit cranks
Still sloppy, my anger management just fired patience
Organize me, the world is yawning off these carbon copies
Rad diggity, spat plentiful glazed soliloquies
And brash epiphanies while you pass the Citgo to this symphony
I leather spoil, drop a discography then switch to Oil
Karma recoils, I milk this dirty game for all it's spoils
Shitted on me, pissed on me, it taught me everything
Signature forgery, it feels like i didn't write anything
It's gifted on me, gifted through me, a conduit
For Mayan Ruins, seismic music for shorties evolution
Truthful as a needed lie
Needed like a pizza pie
Looking down to see the sky
Who are you? thats who am I
Truthful as a needed lie
Needed like a pizza pie
Looking down to see the sky
Looking down to see the fucking sky dawg
Oopsy daisy, I dropped a nuke on you