Typewriter

[Intro: MAVI]

Yeah, each diamond my, uh

[Verse 1: MAVI]

Yeah, each diamond my pick like I'm minin' obsidian

Glitter refract in a path non-Euclidean

.300 Blackout like Gideon

Brass out the semi, Marimba when kissin' the street

Upholstery pickin' all vintage the eames

Decompressin', T7, I'm restin' my feet

Margiela, the replicas, less than a G

'Bout the best I could flex far as regular things

Cuban link custom, I'm stubborn, adjustin' the CAD

Three-fifty plus for a pad

They won't even give me a mortgage

I made seven-fifty in a month and a buck in the last

Put April in Louboutin, Karen starin'

Managеr Rolex shoppin' way in Paris

The heir apparеnt

When the fare for transit was financed by grants, I was scannin', plannin'

First time in Saks, I was scammin'

My second time back, I was crammin' the bands in my pants

First time we linked, she was sparin'

The second time, we made ensnarements, prepared for the trends

At fifteen, I knew that by twenty-five I'd be a millionaire, never compare me to them

Mixin' the Creed, the Delphinus with Mind Game Vieri, I smell like black pepper and sin

Ancestors carried me in

My mother knew as much, the way she grew me up

My name should be an expletive

Heretics regret it, threw it up, the times they shooed me, hush

To move without a weapon, death wish

I'm just bein' prudent, it would not behoove me

She leapin' off the bed, exorcism style, it's not a movie

I'm inside her tubin' and I'm streamin' live

Hit the stage, every person that I lost breathe alive

You should keep inside

'Fore you ever misspeak and then have to see the guys

Me and Z was seaside, piña colada

I could see a life grow beneath his eyes

He could be the livelihood or be a lie

Either way, he's still gon' be my guy

[Chorus: MAVI]

I remember how to read a book

Forgot how to write a hook

At the typewriter with my sugar

She done made a fighter pilot out a crook

I remember how to read a book

Forgot how to write a hook

At the typewriter with my sugar

She done made a fighter pilot out a crook

[Verse 2: Kenny Mason]

Yeah, deep in the den of the thieves

The balance of give and receive can slip into greed

I try to stay in the center, turn my mistakes into literature, sinners agree

Caught in the grip of a queen, I had to conquer the castle before I could leave

My cousin was cookin' for fiends, they booked him before I could read

First time in Saks, I was scammin'

Next time in Saks, I was scammin', but not by necessity

Ain't get no recipe handed

Ain't no one next to me, famish, I'm spendin' unhealthily

Twin got telepathy

Don't gotta send him a letter, he's spinnin' like Jeopardy

I'm lackin' empathy

Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony

No crime, win if—

Currently coast side, in the currents of Italy

Both eyes get immersed in the imagery

Bro died, but I'm certain he here with me

Predictin' a cataclysm, four .40 cals in the Sprinter

I did the dash on the label

Before I asked for a favor, I asked for an issue

Fuck the camaraderie

The negative side of me rotten, I feel like they out for me

I don't indulge in the fruit that they offer me

Well, they take offense and try offin' me

The darkness adopted me, diamonds that shine in the mouth, it was a part of the prophecy

They would have seen me as Socrates without these locs and that Glock on me

I mirror the madness of men, I'm gettin' more cash than I spend

I'm spendin' more cash than you gettin'

You losin' value the more you compare me to them

Don't you ever compare me to them

They was under-prepared in the end

I was bred in the violence of poverty

I would die 'fore I feel it again

[Chorus: Kenny Mason]

I remember how to be a crook

Forgot how to read a book

At the mic talkin' to my granny

I know she in Heaven listenin' to the hook

I remember how to be a crook

Forgot how to read a book

At the mic talkin' to my granny

I know she in Heaven listenin' to the hook

Hold up