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