Typewriter

Yeah, each diamond my, uh, yeah, each diamond my pick like I'm mining obsidian

Glitter refract in the past, now you clearly In 300 black, I like Gideon Brass out a semi marimba when kissin' the street Opposed to repickin' all vintage to eat

Decompress in T7, I'm restin' my feet Margiela little replicas less than a G Buy the best I can 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'

Manager Rolex shoppin' way in Paris The heir apparent 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 sparrin' The second time we made it snare was 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 Adelfines with my Givenvery 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 Heritage regretted through it Other times they shoot me Hush the move without a weapon, death wish I'm just bein' prudent, it would not behoove me She leavin' off the bed, exorcism style, it's not a movie I'm inside of 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 still gon' be my guy I remember how to read a book

Forgot how to write a hook At the typewriter with my sugar She done made a fighter power 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 power out a crook

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 agreed

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 now that necessity Ain't get no recipe handed Ain't no one next to me famished I'm spendin' unhealthily Twin got telepathy Don't gotta send him a letter, he spin it like Jeopardy I'm lackin' empathy Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony No cryin' when it— 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.

440 cals in the Sprinter I did the dash on the label Before I ask for a favor, I ask 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 Will they take offense and try off of me?

The darkness adopted me Diamonds that shine in the mafia was part of the prophecy They would've seen me as Socrates Would I be lost in they Glock on me? I mirror the madness of men I'm gettin' more cash than

I spend And 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 underprepared in the end I was bred in the violence of poverty I would die 'fore I feel it again I remember how to be a crook Forgot how to read a book

And I might talk it 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 And I might talk it to my granny I know she in Heaven listenin' to the hook, uh