Sacred Geometry

[Verse 1: Porter Ray] Coke white Harlems Know a few chicks who like coke and got problems Couple of my potnas sell dope with gold bottoms Infrared beam scopes Coupes with low mileage Blunt fulla dream Smoke snoop in a Hyrbid Northface HyVent Face lookin’ vibrant Slidin’ with my ace On his waist is a hydrant Wet your sweatshirt Get faced with retirement Court case violent Embrace my environment Snitch get erased No statements just silence Bitch in my face want a taste of the finest Critic in the place hear my tape and rewind it 2 girlfriends but tonight I’m with my side bitch Breakin’ down P's, backwoods keep her eyes lit Bottle on freeze baby change up the climate Best of both worlds Back shots breakin’ my dick Head from both girls Had a homegirl 5'6 Brown skin, stolen bag, blood bottoms, size 6. yeah... Had a baby with a booster Paranoid lately I been stayin’ by my shooter Aaron, Joy, baby you the reason that I move for Crazy, cause she feel like I still need to do more Signed my first deal sellin’ pills On a new tour Cops on my heels Glock steel in a blue Ford... I peel off [Interlude: The Palaceer of Shabazz Palaces] Yeah. I mean I’m gonna be real with you. It’s the Sacred Geometry over here, you feel me. We Earth bound mortals so, umm, one thing you know what goes up gots to come down. Stay frosty young man. Call it how you see it [Verse 2: Cashtro] Automatic by the armrest Baby in the whip Between her legs where my arm rest Asked if I’m the shit And I replied with a strong “Yes” Money moves Tryna flip stacks To a long check Niggas in the city hatin’ and they still ain’t on yet Killed little Aaron and I still ain’t come yet Been in hella shootouts and I still ain’t done yet Balance all my problems through my Tec Smoked so much flight I don’t know if I’ma function Fuckin’ with my niggas on the way to a function Peelin’ off Union Street Slidin’ towards Judkins In love with the streets His own momma didn’t want him Yellow glazed eyes Glass pipe Stolen rides Where the niggas Coupe released every soul inside Rap tool I’ma fool when I let it ride If you owe a nigga money I can’t let it slide Young kings takin’ lives tryna’ stay alive Money, Power, and Respect Gotta’ lose the pride ? [Interlude: The Palaceer of Shabazz Palaces] Complex Situations Layin’ in the corners of your mind Spendin’ money like you spend your time Rubbin on the surface ‘til it shine [Porter Ray] Gotta make that shit shine, yeah Gotta make that shit shine, yo, yeah... [Verse 3: Porter Ray] Hands like high beams 9 rings Range rover seats Let me drive king Wrist wrap lightning Chain like Visine Crime scene, clap Clean straps in designer jeans Nineteen chasin’ all the finer things Makin’ dimes scream. Blunted while she fryin’ wings Eyes green Short haired fox wit’ a nose ring Phone ring soft Angie Stone sing It was my old queen jockin’ how my gold gleam That new thing make her wanna fuck my whole team My whole team poppin’ champ while we blow green My flow mean Show you everything my eyes seen Rising, me and my bros 23rd and spring Burnin’ beans Blastin’ Shoot outs at the burger king Ain’t nobody seen shit No one heard a thing Turn a young nigga's dreams into murder scenes Pray the ambulance early to emergencies Currently your boy critical He under surgery Currency encourage me, commit perjury Purposely, jury couldn’t get a word from me Word to D Need a bitch holdin’ byrds for me Merge with me I got language you could learn from me Turn the key Got some paper you could burn with me Earnestly Everything matchin’ up perfectly... I peel off…