Smoking & Ocean

[Intro]
Ocean told me to rap, so fuck it

[Verse]
In the streets they yelling peace peace, deuce deuce
Meaning see you later, catch a shot from this 2 2
Not ballerinas, but cracking nuts are the theme of
Ballets in the hood but on to better arena's
Hip hops gladiator
Roaming amphitheatre's
Am I the next Spartacus or the shell of a savior
Truly this you should savor
Taste the rhymes that I bake up
Swoon a room with a tune
Never mind why she caked up
Not wasting words, enough
Trash on your player
Audio reaks of shit illustration, feces the make up
Of every word that they think up
Hater hater I'm player
Shaken up every pussy, but you don't see a vibrator
Less you talking 'bout subs in the trunk
Cranking the bass up
Bass in my voice I'm sonically dope
Come see the heir
The funkadactic future funker vapor rocking slayer
The jazzy swinging lofi ringing trapping snapping tailor
Fitting for any beat that choose to knit for a player
I can wear concious ignorance ignorance, each attire has flair
For now it's just me and Ocean, scoping honey's to pry
Bear in mind we call 'em birds 'cause they look to soar to the sky
But unzipping my jeans is the only way that she fly
Truth hurts, I sigh, believe hearts can tie
Together knots to better
Too dark to follow
Bring sun to clear thank the modern day Apollo