Long Live The Chief

Cherry convertible with twin turbos, the six ocho
Shorty keep it limpio though, she sniff Omo
Backpacking since the intro though, I've been local
Swapping out the pink polo, if Kim's solo
You can't even solve for x, I've been unknown
Looking for deposit cheques and big promos
Lying say you saw your ex, she didn't come home
She did condone, we informal, this dick on swole
We quid pro quo
That thick cocoa
The shit's on low
You suffering a gas leak
No spark
Just another athlete at the track meet bout to get his ass beat
Slow start
Nigga I'm an Aston, you a go-kart
Leather rhyme book smell like a Goyard
If you listening and made it so far
I got the tools like a crowbar to get you open
You can't close it cuz I go hard
Somewhere out in Lagos like I'm Oma
And your style a faux pas
Oh God
On it ever since I woke up
Searching for them honeys in the chokers
I know y'all, look
Ladies be looking for a chequebook
I already have the foreword to my next book
Look
I take pussy as an investment
Don't still be pushing me for a Mac Book
Got me like, Oh Lord
Shorty got a corner, want the whole yard
Begging for attention like an old god
Now I got her pouring like a libation
Slow stroking, but my mind's racing
I feel her vibe, that's why I resonate her vibrations
Got the best man on her resume like Sanaa Lathan
Amma father many different styles, but for now I'm Abram
My offspring gon wrestle with demigods and Satan
Shake the most populous black city up till I pop and the lid is off, then place it back on the head of the carbonation