Coup D’Etat

[Intro]
Lotta skill and no luck
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I'm yelling at the universe to hurry up and open
Maybe God ain't chose me first but best believe I'm chosen
And even with my loans and my bones feeling broken
I'm dancing on the throne, blowing kush feeling golden
'Cause I'm living in the future, fuck this present day shit
Present time is past time so present is too late bitch
I'll be on my spaceship, crumbling these craters down
Drop a couple meteors and watch 'em take the haters down
I'm just tryna save the town, matter fact the galaxy
Paint a couple memories and hang them in the gallery
Fuck you if you're mad at me, I'm just living young God
Liquor in my cup and some swishers in my lungs
City slicker in my blood, Corleone state of mind
Made the universe an offer that it can't refuse
So I'm 'bout to blow up
Shock the world and take it then go back into the basement
My team will say "We made it" 'til we grow up

[Verse 2]
Lotta skill and no luck
You can keep the glitz, just mail me my award
I'll do speeches from the Ritz
Singing sweet songs and melody
Marley ain't no felony
Go and find the bird birds in the streets like Sesame
Yeah, I'm about to eat 'cause Russell's got the recipe
Put your plate down if you ain't down
But if you're next to me
Grab a fork and let the feast begin, this is destiny
I'm about to let the beat within start directing me

[Outro]
Yeah