Black Orchid

[Intro: Avelino]

Yeah yeah

Gotta read between the lines for this one

Yo

[Verse 1: Avelino]

Rich dad, poor dad, I'm just glad I saw dad

Read the laws of power, now I'm pissed I broke the law, dad

Never knew the secret cah the teachers never taught that

Who knew you could think and grow rich? I should've thought of that

Author that, wrote his only destiny, I saw the script

Flipped it, got paid in full, I'm Rich Porter Av

Avenue Road felt like the road to riches

As a runner when you shot an 8-ball and get a quarter back

Touch down when bro was in thе field

And I said the grass is greener whеn you travel

I didn't mean go get deported back

Back in Seven Sisters never had a thing still

Shared with my siblings, I can't wait to tell my daughter that

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]

So now it's teenager Sky, baby free car seat Mercedes Jeep

This time around I'm sheddin tears while you lay asleep

Held you in my arms from ya heart, it's like I made the beat

This type of production, I don't even wanna take a fee

It's family first, then you got the same face as me

My sister, that's my junior look like Julie but she JME

I'm breakin bread, I'm breakin bad then I break the scene

Break a leg, then break my fast when I break the beat

Moral of the story isn't for me, cah it's make believe

I leave the room, hear things from the booth, must be latency

Save the tweets, diamonds paid in full, I got the ace on me

I make the P and use the AMG to get from A to B

[Verse 3: Tiny Boost]

Uh, I'm a product of that cocaine aroma

Push a brick of marching powder, that make me a paper soldier

All I hear is dough like I spent my day with Homer

Stuck on that MAC, I gotta spray off the shoulder

That gon' have 'em on their knees and toes

Keep the business on a need to know

Keep ya mouth closed or they gon' thread the needle through ya Os

Bro got married to the money, that's the only relationship I'm considerin as goals

Lord knows, I've been the one for the roads, and the streets and the blocks

I never boxed, had to bob and weave the shots

Livin in some dirty towns, I gotta go and clean the watch

And if you put ya hands on that, I end up cleanin out your clock

It's real

[Verse 4: Youngs Teflon]

One thing 'bout music when it hit, you feel no pain

Like black talons from this hammer, when they go inside ya brain

I know I'm bigger than the madness, I be trying to reframe

They be testin out my darkness, I was born in that like Bane

There's a science to my raps, but I ain't never practice voodoo

Reinforce the old resistance, you can call me Shaka Zulu

I'm like Bishop with a juice, and I ain't talking 'bout Tutu

Step father to these rappers, liberate just like Mutulu

Uh, captain crusin in a fast wagon

With a queen with blonde hair, she reminds me of The Last Dragon

My flow sick, I'm from an ill manor

I sold brown with a fox, it's out late I call it Ill Na Na