(Yeah, you remember finger pops)
(Finger popping? That shit was tight)
This whole world's a snow globe in God's big Black hands
From where I stand, the stars are holes in this big black expanse
So come see me amongst the Pleiades
Son cazimi
Come a long way from dusty thumbs with the CheeWees
Smoking bidis
Big head Don Juans become Don Beebes
Some unsung but we deities
In the booth I chew nooses and moon crickets
My granny cop new lotto tickets while doom clock's ticking
And my jacket, your tax bracket
Willful ignorance
Farm to table, milfs in intimates
Nice Teddy
Put lil man to bed already
The bonnet's a nice touch
But your hair still gonna get sweaty
I still love you in the morning like the dollar store
I'm kind of sorta like a hidden mami connoisseur
The jaw dropping come easy for the Commodore
Just recall my inner monologue
Flourish, nigga
Flourish, nigga
Flourish
This the very game
That questioned if he's rap's Eddie Kane
They was the ax handle passing for the saplings and the trees
The new masters soundin' like the old masters to me
We running ragged in the streets
When the grass ain't evergreen
These high stakes is a tall order
Keep the faith rolled a J
Sealed it safe with Peter Popoff water
Had 5% math, seven African powers
Said she don't suck dick in the bed, but pissed in the shower
It's a mixed bag, beef and brocc
Hid the grams up in the pizza box
I'm like the last Peter Tosh in the eagle flock
A cock diesel disc jockey changed the peoples' plot
You can't tell me we won't free the block
I know abundance is my portion
Won't simp or skimp
But won't find me out too often if the fête don't fit
Same white guy at the party, same guitar riff
I'm still too clean in the cut like a Pixar flick
Flourish, nigga
Flourish, nigga
Flourish (uh)
You know how like they got those movies
At the end of the movie
It be like starring, directed by, executive produced by
And it's like all the same nigga
I'm trying not to do that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what up Jay?
Yeah, shout outs the engineer
You know what I'm saying?
Shout outs my moms
Yeah, you know what?
Shout out
Yo, I was tellin' shorty
I was like, yo yo yo, we grown
She was mad nahmean like
She came out the shower
She's like, yo, "I ain't shave under there"
I was like, nah that's black pepper
It's a little black pepper nahmean
Spice of life shit
Like a little Sazón on my shit
You feel me?
Yeah, no doubt
The academy too
Thanking the academies
I don't even know all the academies
But I'm thanking them
You feel me, you know
And um, all that hot shit
All that fly shit
Yeah, keep rocking with him though
Cavski, talking that shit boy
Flourish nigga
Flourish nigga
Flourish