Cosmic Humility Interlude

[Intro: Aretha Franklin, do not ressurect]
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that
You're all mine, alone
There is no—
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy (Uh)
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
This shit be sick, then I'm the doctor, uh, hollows out the chopper, uh
Bangin' out the window, hollowtip meet oblongata, huh
I just caught a body, huh, take it to The Promised Land
I'ma run it back and stack the chips until a hunnid grand, then double it

[Chorus]
Ok, I'm creepin' with that fye, uh-huh, sneak in from behind, uh-huh
Bonjour, magnifique, that hollow tip gon' blow his mind, uh-huh AK-45, uh-huh, holl' up, 47, huh
That boy like computers, let him peep this Mac-11, huh
I go POV, oh boy, that G-Lock yo' competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up
All yo' hoes on me I don't want she, I want her debit card
Y'all don't want no beef, y'all boys go vegan with the predator

[Verse 2]
Out in D-Town swangin' all this silver on my fingers
Got a nigga movin' gaudy model bodies on the razor
All imprisoned in my mind but in my body I'm a singer
Busy stickin' with the shottas, steady mobbin' on you haters
Elevator to my condo, in my casa, I'm a savior
Had to piss all in the pot, them yellow drops could fuel a hangar
Aviators on to block out all the shots that you been takin'
Aggravate me one more time I'm givin' line ups with a laser
Why you shakin', nigga?

[Outro]
—fye, uh-huh, sneak in from behind, uh-huh
Bonjour, magnifique, that hollow tip gon' blow his mind, uh-huh AK-45, uh-huh, holl' up, 47, huh
That boy like computers, let him peep this Mac-11, huh
I go POV, oh boy, that G-Lock yo' competitor
I want Givenchy so I tote heat to get my credit up