Flourish

(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 Nicе Teddy Put lil man to bed already Thе 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