Sacred Geometry [Constellation Mix]

[Verse 1: Porter Ray]
Coke white Harlems
Know a few chicks who like coke and got problems
Couple of my potnas sell dope wit’ gold bottoms
Infrared beam scopes
Coupes wit low mileage
Blunt fulla dream
Smoke snoop in a Hyrbid
Northface HyVent
Face lookin’ vibrant
Slidin’ wit’ my ace
On his waist is a hydrant
Wet your sweatshirt
Get faced with retirement
Court case violent
Embrace my environment
Snitch get erased
No statements just silence
Bitch in my face want a taste of the finest
Critic in the place hear my tape and rewind it
2 girlfriends but tonight I’m wit’ my side bitch
Breakin’ down P's, backwoods keep her eyes lit
Bottle on freeze baby change up the climate
Best of both worlds
Back shots breakin’ my dick
Head from both girls
Had a homegirl 5'6
Brown skin, stolen bag, blood bottoms, size 6. yeah...
Had a baby with a booster
Paranoid lately
I been stayin’ by my shooter
Aaron, Joy, baby you the reason that I move for
Crazy, cause she feel like I still need to do more
Signed my first deal sellin’ pills
On a new tour
Cops on my heels
Glock steal in a blue Ford...
I peel off

[Interlude: The Palaceer of Shabazz Palaces]
Yeah. I mean I’m gonna be real with you. It’s the Sacred Geometry over here, you feel me. We Earth bound mortals so, umm, one thing you know what goes up gots to come down. Stay frosty young man. Call it how you see it

[Verse 2: Cashtro]
Automatic by the armrest
Baby in the whip
Between her legs where my arm rest
Asked if I’m the shit
And I replied with a strong “Yes”
Money moves
Tryna flip stacks
To a long check
Niggas in the city hatin’ still ain’t on yet
Killed little Aaron and I still ain’t come yet
Been in hella shootouts and I still ain’t gone yet
Balance all my problems through my ?
Smoked so much flight I don’t know if I’ma function
Fuckin’ with my niggas on the way to a function
Peelin’ off Union Street
Slidin’ towards Judkins
In love with the streets
His own momma didn’t want him
Yellow glazed eyes
Glass pipe
Stolen rides
Where the niggas Coupe released every soul inside
Rap ?
I’ma foe when I let it ride
If you owe a nigga money I can’t let it slide
Young kings takin’ lives tryna’ stay alive
Money, Power, and Respect
Gotta’ lose the pride
?

[Interlude: The Palaceer of Shabazz Palaces]
Complex Situations
Layin’ in the corners of your mind
Spendin’ money like you spend your time
Rubbin' on the surface ‘til it shine

[Porter Ray]
Gotta make that shit shine, yeah
Gotta make that shit shine, yo, yeah...

[Verse 3: The Palaceer of Shabazz Palaces]
We ? 'cause our mentors
Our cohorts is wizards and minotaurs
? stitched in time like the centaur
? pimp poets pushin' pen swords
9 jesters while the ancestors sent for us
Splendid tinted, airtight like the Coupe doors
Imprints no Ish gon' recoup for us
Every time that you look you just see more us

[Verse 4: Porter Ray]
Hands like high beams
9 rings
Range rover seats
Let me drive king
Wrist wrap lightning
Chain like Visine
Crime scene, clap
Clean straps in designer jeans
Nineteen chasin’ all the finer things
Makin’ dimes scream. Blunted while she fryin’ wings
Eyes green
Short haired fox wit’ a nose ring
Phone ring soft
Angie Stone sing
It was my old queen jockin’ how my gold gleam
That new thing make her wanna fuck my whole team
My whole team poppin’ champ while we blow green
My flow mean
Show u everything my eyes seen
Rising
Me and my bros
23rd and spring
Burnin’ beans
Blastin’
Shoot outs at the burger king
Ain’t nobody seen shit
No one heard a thing
Turn a young nigga's dreams into murder scenes
Pray the ambulance early to emergencies
Currently your boy critical
He under surgery
Currency encourage me, commit perjury
Purposely, jury couldn’t get a word from me
Word to D
Need a bitch holdin’ byrds for me
Merge wit’ me
I got language you could learn from me
Turn the key
Got some paper you could burn wit’ me
Earnestly
Everything matchin’ up perfectly...
I peel off…