u-n-i-t-y
Singer:ocean, frank
my hands fatigued and off the opus
don't want no hokus pokus
niggas tryna go pop i draw contact
on his shoulder and it's so cold cause he sculptured
where's the shaman ayahuasca
i never ever trust a pre-rolled
i never ever let a random motherfucker shoot the b-roll
never ask advice from him cause what could he know?
never fuck someone you wouldn't wanna be though
it forever seems like time's up
forever seems like no time
means time flies when you have some
both nuts weigh two pounds
all on your bitch like futons
my crew saying her crew like niggas came through with the groupons
hit them with the restock?
built your structures with your system ruckus with ya
who was your brothers when you needed that?
seein' that is like a hail mary on a fourth down
peace to the people that think they know me
peace to the boys that we used to be though
geto boy north face too cold on these hoes
stay grillin' in jesus' name
you'd think that was airstrikes on outside
i put refugees in my villa
order mcmansion and two apple pies
silicon valley new venture is tits up
how do i crop your new bitch out my vine
pink diamonds like apple jackles