High Cielings

[Intro]
Alright, hey
I'm havin' my wine and peaches, you want?
Nah, thanks, we gotta get going (Alright, my nigga)
Try some peaches
Peaches are from fucking New Zealand, nigga, grape
I get your glass (It's—It's—It's—It's—It's the Umbrella, bitch) Yeah, I'm ready, uh

[Verse]
I feel type "Marvelous"
Expedition orderless, grip the blade like Spartacus
My whole style is fatherless, flyer than Lois and Clark trough Metropolis
Droppin' shit like birds when you wash your whip (Uh)
Off the hip, I'm like Peja Stojaković
Throwin' shots from the perimetеr, give it up
The odds of you blockin', or me missin' is slim to nonе
I'm nice, droppin' jewels like the Third Reich (Diamonds)
You heard right, lamb shoulder, and on the side I serve rice (Uh)
Fourty-eight hours left, I'm workin' on my third night
Run the track 'til I'm out of breath, the arm, leg, leg, arm
Headed to the bank, that's what my head on
Knockin' Biggie, dead wrong, the bigger, the strong
I'm never scared, bring it on
Buy or beware, this ain't no fuckin' sing-along (Uh)
Them cowards you rap with can die too
Bring 'em on

[Interlude]
[?]
I don't care to do this shit, you don't wanna know, it's all fucked

[Chorus]
I fill my wine glass to the brim
God Sound
Hit her once and never call her again, what? (Hehe, Di—)
1 9 shit, what?
I fill my wine glass to the brim (Golden moments)

[Outro]
Niggas don't even know, chief
You hold on what's [?] (Funny games, throwin' cash in the wind)
God Sound
Red slippers, Belaire sippers
Intifada (Yo)
To the brim, uh
Vibes, nigga
Imported Goods
Yo, thun, ahaha