Look, I swear Paris will be grateful, I'm released off light to the ankles, I'm in them
places that you can't go, Don't see me going the same road, I swear Paris will be grateful,
I need Casablanca by the caseload, I'm a model now, baby got the face for it, I swear Paris
will be grateful, Ay yo, I'm rocking those nash's, on the runway in my coke fashion,
anybody move I'm toe tagging, my 327's for splashes, leather baton vests, keep a loaded
firearm and mercedes arm vests, love stressing, 22 with grades, 25 left in the cage, I told
them hold your head, it's worse than a grave, I threw coke in the pack, watched it bloom,
resin doing, consumed, it started waving, had a light in, dope spoon, a nigga try to
kill you for your recipe, my shootin' nasal drip flowing heavenly, duck in my third felony,
take your shine, two for five, me and mines, running from suit and ties, you say you the
flyest, then who am I, Balenciaga with the help, lemonade a popular drink still, big
on jean, jacaracas, so be real, overpriced, I'm too exquisite, on the dance floor, trying
to finger fuck on every vision, some niggas will never risk it, hopping in BM's and Prada
moccasins, shit, they never had to pop the piston, body Porsche, all Cavalli tissues,
all my hollering in the dry Porsche while in my loafers, Crocodile of Stalin, I be having
greater visions, you can tell by the way I whip it, you getting money, then the haters
with it, it ain't dry, told them wait a minute, praise Bo for the way I did it, I swear Paris
will be pray for, I'm released off white to the ankles, I'm in them places that you can't
go, don't see me going the same road, I swear Paris will be pray for, I need cars to block
a body can't slow, silks with the oranges and the mangoes, I'm a model now baby got
the face for the face, I swear Paris will be pray for, I'm from an era of hard knocks
and quiet storms, rap songs about cracked rocks and fire arms, in a stash spot on some
money mission, adjust the AC, conceal the biscuit, it's your life, you can choose to
risk it if you wanna, these niggas don't want smoke, they want some marijuana, I used to
get kicked out of class just for my aroma, I went to school high, forgot to pick up my
diploma, it's way back, when we used to cypher Arizonas, now I'm in that Maybach, I'm with
Puffin Hova, we been in corners in the 60s, talk about last night's $10 ,000 bottles of
Petru, sip it like it's juice homie, how could I lose, the shit that these fools will do
to be in my shoes, I'm done playing by rules, learned from OG's, I'm retiring the jewels,
everything is plain Jane, different day the same thing, I mean it's usual, everything
that's new to you will be the type of shit I'm used to, I could give a fuck about the
hated shit I'm used to, if it's fuck me then all the feelings is mutual, I swear Paris
will be pray for, I'm released off right to the ankles, I'm in the places that you can't
go, don't see me going the same road, I swear Paris will be pray for, I need guys to block
the case low, silks with the oranges and the mangoes, I'm a model now baby got the face
for it, I swear Paris will be pray for,
Feeling good, everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm on my gun shit, bitch I'm all that, all that Kenan cow, when I walk in niggas ring
the bells, roses at my feet niggas nail bitches yell, glitter on my neck match the glitter
on my fingernails, niggas always got something to say well fuck em, same guys was mighty
till they got the ducking, we got the pucks and we chugging, they playing chicken we clucking,
I'm Colonel Sanders to you motherfuckers, niggas trash and we dumping, I been rapping
and fucking, he 6 '5 I'm a munchkin, and we speed to the disco, this car came with a driver,
I'm in the back playing frontin, I ain't crying, the wind is flying, stop making assumptions,
I ain't lying or nothing, yes I'm is, I'm so happy, I turned up into something, skin
glowing, my head nappy, my health good, my mama good, my niggas too, when they only wanna
have good times like Josh Safdie, we eat good, long way from Macca's burgers, long way from
that metro bus taxes service, long way local gangs tried to taxidermy, we were running
till our motherfucking backs was burning, but anyway, the shorts short and the socks hot,
and the emeralds shining, them GQs and them pot pies, and I spy with my private eye that you
tried, you cannot pull this look off, niggas did not lie, I swear Paris what we pray for,
I'm released off right to the ankles, I'm in the places that you can't go,
but I see me go in the same road, I swear Paris what we pray for, I need guys to block her by
the caseload, silks with the oranges and the mangoes, I'm a model now baby got the face for,
I swear Paris what we pray for,
