Cabernet

The Coogi came with columns of grape, got it on Saturday
New Cuban atop it I drape, the links dancing like cabaret
Can't stop their foot-stomping like they tryna make Cabernet
Excuse my French, my native language is money, the streams paying my rent
You got altitude sickness tryna track my ascent
Fire-starter leave the microphone like oak roots, twisted and bent
The metal melting mid-session where my fingers indent
Thе gas pack got a lingering scent, the plug flеxing
Count a backend with the left or the right, I'm ambidexing
Keep a gallon on me everywhere I go, for my complexion
Ferragamo same color balsamic, niggas is dressing
Man the rhymes kinda like fine wine, slowly progressing with time
If you think I'm good now, wait 'till I'm in my prime
Business trip to Miami I gotta meet with my slime
Talking to Fly, learning how to make a dollar from dimes
In some CDG, I look like a mime
That was designed
I would like to think my palate refined
But Wendy's nuggets are 20 for $5 and I be feeling inclined
My watch flooded, I can't use it for time
The hands used to be moving, but the diamonds like a bullet to spine
Niggas salty it's fine
Watching [?]
Look 'em dead in they eyes as I recline, yeah