SBA Lu

[Intro]

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Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

[Verse]

Chrome hearts at the Caesar's Palace

I was a sneaker savage, undefeated baggage

K-BAR, you could be established

A two-thirty's, that's sixty-nines, you can eat a salad while you feed her phallus

I speak in pallets that compete with graphics

At the speed of cheetah gallops, at indecent average

Chopsticks when I be eating Garrett's

Phillippe receipt embarrassed, you can't see the marriage

That's why I started this in Vegas

Propose to my toast, Neos married to the matrix

But I hate this bitch like I'm married to a racist

An addict, so the kilos get buried in the basements

Speed the wagon like REO's

Vicarious, vivacious — patois, mwah

But the creole is basic

So when I'm around them Haitians, I don't even say shit

Last album sounded like I was signed to a spaceship

Brain was on drugs and my eyes was on LASIK

And that shit got legs, I don't think that I can chase it with rocket power Asics

But the next one's coming with cases and witness protection facelifts

For the fans — why hit them with ka-bams?

When the germaphobe jab can wash a nigga with hands

I am not in my feelings, I'm in my glands

I am not no bitch, I’m in a trance

Pandemic gimmicks got niggas all into scams

Panhandling brilliance, put lyrics all in they hands

Alan Watts got Was living without a plan

But I want the smoke, that's why the kitchen ain't got no fans (L)