Grape
Let me flaunt the style, son, I think that the time's near
Now the Tribe’s gone, who's gon' pick it up from here?
Let me volunteer, fuck it, someone’s gotta do it
This Burrata filled with lava got the Shining, Stanley Kubrick, little Bitch
You are in the presence of the Don Dada
Ron Carter proper a baller like Paul Pogba
The mark of the stigmata in my palm, modesty
Check the catalogue yo, we’ve been crafting odysseys
Yup, level Sophocles, level self-fulfilling prophecy
Level up, level landed aristocracy, ha
Former skateboarder turned crate hoarder
Foraging explorer sipping orange wine from Georgia
Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come
Said them a gangster, send them, make them come
Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come
Send them, send them, send them, make them come
Grape juice, pass that grape juice
Another revolutionary breakthrough
Suede loops with the maple glazed drum track
Slaughter all that thug rap, it’s water off a duck's back
Grape juice, bitch, sipping grape juice
Yeah that's how we living, gotta make moves
Full palette - primary and opaque hues
No escape route, ornithology
I'm the second incarnation of Blazin Hazen
With a hint of Harry Kane and Gary Payton
When I twist the Mary Jane more like Larry David
Situation's getting Eastern European hairy, shave it
Wax it, strap it down and melt the plastic
Rap-napped the speech and the beats are getting catfished
Gremlins going guano with the flow, gold bat shit
Tryna break them old habits, rolling out the open caskets
Going viral like Ebola catchers, cold molasses
Ey yo, the masses, hold the glasses, shake all your asses
Fold a flag in half, scatter ashes over pastures
Pour a splash into the growing grass, moments pass
No damn flask of brand cognac
This ain't no rough night out with no bar tab
In the alumni lounge we kick far back
When we sip the juice with skin contact
So put your Bud Lites down and drink all nat'
This ain't no cocktail round with no bar tab
In the alumni lounge we kick far back
When we sip the juice with skin contact
Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come
Said them a gangster, send them, make them come
Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come
Send them, send them, send them, make them come
Boy, them gon' flip and make me rise, the bone crusher
Brand new equipment imported from Russia
First boy we see start to melt like a butter
And who gon' violate and get find ina di gutter
Friend get bite by the cops and start stutter
Gon give information and sing like an Usher
Crazy amount of slug man they can't take the pressure
Informer said him couldn't do no better
Boy, them not brave enough
Them not fighting for no cause, cause them no brave enough
Them think they bad like a yard, but still nah brave enough
Ready fi put them on pause cause them no brave enough
None of them no brave enough
Think dem a wicked man, send them, make them come
Said them a gangster, send them, make them come
Bout them a monster, send, them, make them come
Send them, send them, send them, make them come