heaven's arms

part the red sea in red louboutins

who the don?

walk inside the club with all his gucci on

you've been warned

packing heat like two lebrons

and my crew is strong as cali kush

it keep you

gucci in my closet

pardon my head

pardon my french

but i'm on my nas shit

off with your head

off with your bitch

she offered me head

i offered her dick

slid my black card at the reception

now we off in the ritz

i'm rolling this kush

she coughing and shit

freak bitch named jada love the lox

i got her talkin' to kiss

got my hands behind my head

now she all in the splits

dick must be good 'cause now she in boston with bricks

got a text on my iphone

she caught with my shit

off with a ten

she took it 'cause she's far from a snitch

hold her mama and her daddy down

got a sister at georgetown

paying her tuition so she ain't gotta be strippin'

it's money so i ain't trippin'

this bullshit get printed

them banks get scoped out

black cars get rented

my gucci suit tailored

my fade get tapered

you get sent to your maker

fuckin' around with my paper

hard bottom ferragamos

iq too much for mediocre convo

i know a farrakhan though

three-story condo

ipod shuffling between common

jay electronica and bono

armado

the last words of paul castellano

nothin' but endless paper and bitches for niggas i know

smokin' cheeba

feeding divas mcdonald's

all the way in milano

ashin' out cohibas

fuckin' in that blue aventador

the nose like gonzo

let a bitch get a breather

then she back hittin' high notes

throwin' louis luggage at dealerships

fuck a car note

15's in everything

beating like harpo

rolling purple like harpo

bitches by the car load

they wana see prince

i'm pulling strings like carlos

santana

now we in magic

atlanta

wipin' ciroc off my loubi's with my gucci bandana

kanye with kim now

i'm happy for that nigga

disrespect him or his wifey

i'll slap you for that nigga

grew up listenin' to pac

now i'm rappin' for that nigga

my brother been dead 20 years

i'm trappin' for that nigga

god flow like pusha n'em

rose phantom pushin' 'em

splittin' louisville sluggers open

puttin' kush in 'em

ain't forgot about the twin towers

i blame bush for them

obama can't speak on it 'cause the government's shushin' him

but that's my nigga though

still stackin' figures

so one day i'm top 5 and i can politic with jigga though

i was just trying to blueprint myself behind jigga

though

and all them old disses

yo

bullshit

thibodeau

he be where the summer be

i be where the winter go

tomahawk the bugatti

florida state seminole

i'm out here tryna win a penant though

never thought i'd be legendary

but fuck it i'm in it so