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

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[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…