Death Star

[Intro: Al.Divino]
This that fishscale-shinin'-like-a-fuckin'-chandelier shit
Ayo

[Verse 1: Al.Divino & Tha God Fahim]
Sippin' Jack Daniels, beat your face with the MAC handle
Crack your head, then scramble; head by the mansion mantle (Whoo)
Hoes swimmin' topless inside the pool
Pull strings to make knots happen, like I'm tyin' my shoes
Leave your thoughts on the wall (Boom!), coke whiter than Warhol
Leavin' pussy stains in the back of the sports car (Skrrr)
Nugget after nugget out the purp jar (Smoke)
Talent is useless unless you work hard (For real)
Shot him up close, his brains landed on my loafers
At the party, prob'ly standin' on the sofa (Word?)
Well-connected with Sosa, butter-tan coca
Rounds in the rifle might flip your Land Rover (Grr-r-rt)
Get your wife naked, no strip poker
Shotgun put a hole in-between the disc in your shoulders
Risk-takin' fifth-holders flip trap houses
They wanna be around us, but they lack prowess
Salvador Dali, my entourage rowdy
Was seventeen with older heads sniffin' raw 'round me
No wonder why y'all was ready to hit a lick
Now Girl Scout Cookie got the car cloudy
So many blunts, lungs black as licorice
Hands like Sonny Liston, ready to knock out your mouthpiece
(Y'heard?) Automatic out the Audi
(D'rrrrrt! Tz'azazazazaza'zah!) Automatic out the Audi
A6—I'll bring it back to the basics
It's worse to have to look in the mirror than have to face this
Metric ton gun, Bobby Hutch-in'
It sound like he brought a choir, like the shit that I was clutchin'
No discussion, if you ain't talkin profits, false prophet
Switch topics, I'm swingin' on you like Canelo
Roll Carmelo, I'll play a bitch like a cello
Black and yellow GT Excursion, dark and ghetto
Only time you reach new heights is in stilettos
Cross-dresser, cross bro, a cross finna dress ya
It's to a crawfish straight from a stretcher
The mass-presser—you's amassin' your cash low-pressure
I'mma pull up—and shoot up
Like I was usin' heroin (Doot! Doot! Doo'tz'aza'zah!)
I'mma suit up—and boot up
Just know Tha God answers (Tz'azaza'zah!)
Fahim drop science like the Moorish Temple, I blast the face off a nickel, ignitin' gunpowder just to cripple
Assassin's Creed member, Elder Scrolls roller
Call of Duty blastin'—now you a halo-holder
Flamethrower—(Popopopopopopop!)

[Instrumental outro]