mercurymorris

[Verse 1] New set of Burberry specs from London was flown The shadow extend to my orbital bones The cloth I'm cut from is sewn With thread imported from region unknown The cotton sustainably grown Essentially, I'm in a league of my own, uh Couple of notches I'm kickin' I'm Emeril Lagasse in matters of pollo I planted a handful of dreams in the soil That not even inclement weather could spoil My garden, it turned to a forest Scattered with numerous truffles to forage Canopy thicken with every new chorus Sprint through the turf in Miami like Mercury Morris I ran up a check in Bal Harbour Hamstring tight from the tempo Cullinan, UK-assembled I drive it so careful you think it's a rental The sausage infused with the fennel It post in the pesto with fusilli tentacles I take a look at the total and make the gratuity halfway identical I'm rockin' Prada like Chelsea, I lace 'em up tight to hike to my pinnacle Hittin' so many of my goals, I turned to Lukaku, my finishin' clinical Yeah, cook up a sizzlin' sermon and get in that mode like a minister Might need a couple more pews 'cause I got 'bout three hundred thousand parishioners [Chorus] Chain on chest like Vicks Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh I don't feel pressure for shit, uh No point in wastin' a blitz, uh You could search every dimension I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh Thought about switchin' my form But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh Chain on chest like Vicks, uh Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah You could search every dimension I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh Thought about switchin' my form But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, yeah [Verse 2] Niggas been trackin' my moves Like I got a chip on my shoulder I stay in the booth, got somethin' to prove My confidence pebble to boulder My neck is employed as an icicle holder My wrist was the hirin' manager I get the green from the grammar You can't stop the profit, no Jeru the Damaja Never no problems with studio stamina Vulture on thermal, I coast like a king I go in whichever direction it brings I don't waste my energy flappin' my wings From skull to talon to beak I cut through the clouds and get what I seek I pull in a couple of racks every week My closet done turned to a freshwater creek, yeah [Chorus] Chain on chest like Vicks Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh I don't feel pressure for shit, uh No point in wastin' a blitz, uh You could search every dimension I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh Thought about switchin' my form But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix, uh Chain on chest like Vicks, uh Don't need the flash on the flicks, uh I don't feel pressure for shit, yeah No point in wastin' a blitz, yeah You could search every dimension I guarantee that you ain't findin' these Ricks, uh Thought about switchin' my form But way I been scorin' it's nothin' to fix