Strangers

Yo, while y'all was sufferin' from future shock

Hurtin' and hatin', waitin' for that other shoe to drop

I was relocatin' this whole operation to the top

For you to copy and paste, in case you forgot

I'm super hot and beyond your range

It's kind of strange how the change in climate ain't because of climate change

I acquired this affinity for finer things

Like big folds, Range, and Rolls from gold chains

And danger's when niggas get high, then die fameless

Slugs spark loud in the chamber and fly aimless

I was too wise to the game to try candy from strangers

And speak anything but my language

Oud from the Indian trees is my fragrance

Food, I consider these thieves that's not gangsters

So many fuck boys actin' like they tough guys

I'ma call your bluff, guys, let me see you uprise

Bark, bark, bark

Tough guy, ah?

You can tell me, you can tell me what?

I keep the four-five close, get your lo-fi smoke

Like the Wi-Fi broke, forget the wise guy jokes

Got mob ties, bro, financial status, and I'm ho tied

Get ya from India, smoke on both sides though

Oh my, now reach into your pockets, pay homage

Pay me hundreds or pay me no mind, bro

And my screen don't work, got an iPhone 4

Like, the Wi-Fi broke, it's still a smartphone though

Okay, like, que paso, maricón, cabrón

'Kay, tough guy, don't take me for no fungi

See you with my third eye, peep you just with one eye closed

Um, one time when I was duckin' from the one time

This one time, weapon on my left side, I'm gun shy

Swimmin' in my new Benz, doors open up like two fins

New whips on Dr. Seuss', one fish, two fish, red whip, blue whip

This motherfucker does not give a fuck about you

He is in his mansion, playing his Xbox (you never listen, you never listen)

And look at you, look at where you are (no one ever says anything worth listenin' to)

Ayy, yo

Straight out the flames of this city of mine

Since double planes hit the rises, pain of rap been on rise

With cyclops eye strays, stay shatterin' lives

Out where the poltergeists of history haunt the alive

Monster of art, don't start

You little drop, die dark, put you in long-term park

Hardly a mark, play your spiderweb like a harp

Sharp with a bodega cat claw, slash at a rat's heart

Relax, let it happen, it's automatic, I'm tapped in

Scrap like I'm facin' the mouth of a starved kraken

Facts, man, I actually made the cash they imagined

The kid who never compromised, out-racked you bastards

Slid into the vacuum they left, stabbin' at random

Abracadabra, got these maggots trackin' the magic

It's vapid how you speak, not deep, you lackin' the fathoms

While tough guy dreamin' of smashin' thots, I smash atoms

Are you serious with this?

Is this, is this, this is what it's come to?

We're gonna have to walk around outside like we're fuckin' gangsters? (Ayy)

I am, and it is (yo, yo)

The bar killer, I stole a Demon from Dodge dealer (yeah)

A godbody with temperament of a Godzilla (yeah, yeah)

And you ain't shit, you fucker, barely a fart, fella (yeah, yeah, yeah)

A dictator with hard heart, I starve niggas (woo)

I'm out with Lenin and writin' in red ink again (ooh)

And I'm on linen with women pleasurin' pink again (ooh)

Edge of destruction, the world seems on the brink again (ooh)

You think you got me? Ayy, papi, you better think again (damn)

I'll leave you shot in the seat that they sat Lincoln in (damn)

I'll pop you with the same pistol they popped Reagan with (damn)

I'm audacious, so fuck with me on a cash basis (yeah)

I'm outrageous, slap faces to tongue tasters (yeah, yeah)

I rock stages, rappin' raw for all races (yeah)

No patience for racists, send 'em to damn Satan (yeah, yeah)

Cold rages, I stay in God's divine graces (yeah, yeah)

And all my chains on when I rap, bitch, I'm Ghostfacin' (woo)