Sassicaia Flows

(Intro - N.O.R.E. & Irv Gotti)
What’s your favorite part of the game?
Breakin’ new artists
Breakin’ new artists?
There’s nothin better than when I see a new artist
And seeing it happening for them
And their dream being materialized
Like this artist, his name is LAZR
He’s from Vegas
There’s no way this nigga’s not gonna be like the hugest nigga
And his name is “LAZR”?

(Verse 1)
I write for niggas I don’t follow
More money less exposure is my motto
My first publishing check I felt like I won the Lotto
How you love a game that give you heartbreak like Demi Lovato?
Shit, I don’t know
Eat glass, shoot fast, nigga die slow
I’m at Nello’s eatin’ ahi tonijn
Mafioso, smokin’ weed with my guidos
Drinkin’ 1942, we give them bitches Tito’s
Growin’ up in LV my life is like Casino
I’m Tommy DeVito, Phil's Robert Dinero
Crushin’ clubs with the underboss
Imagine what the membership costs
You little kids should play miniature golf
Cock sucker, we don’t diamonds in our watches
The wine seller look like a two-story closet
Sassacaia’s, Caymus’s & Opus One’s
No osmosis, I’m focused son
If I had one wish, I’d bring my best friend back

(Interlude - Fresh Ave)
“My name's Fresh Ave just like my personality”

(Verse 1 cont.)
Remember all them nights we Googled up Maybachs?
We just wanted to rap, get some platinum plaques
Now look at my life, I’m livin’ just like that
Facts
Atlantic aviation to my destination
Talkin’ architecture with a Free Mason
Tryna build an empire, told me be patient
Stackin’ up this money on a daily basis
And we be in them places where we know they’re racist
When you the only black guy you should see their faces
Feel like Clarence Avant in the early 80’s
One million, two million, three baby
Four million, five million, six maybe
I’m only talkin’ joint ventures
If you ain’t matchin’ what we put up, then there’s no interest
Hong Kong super models on my hit list, skinny ass bitches
Fuck it, I’ll try somethin’ different
I’ll walk in Barney’s in hotel slippers and leave with more kicks than an infant
The mortician
More than a rapper, I’m a musician
No singin’ on this one, I give ‘em more feeling
Lord-willing ain’t no malice, I’m just passionate
Before I was 21 was on my savage
Put that pen down to that paper then I mastered it
Now every day I wake up, it’s extravagant
P. gamblin’ with Hov Game Day
Lost a million and wired it to him the next day
Y’all wanna ball?
Then let’s play like that

(Interlude - LAZR)
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When I say let that bitch breathe I’m talkin’ ‘bout the wine nigga
Yeah
2003, let that bitch breathe

(Verse 2)
Yeah
Fool a baker, you get a muffin
Fool me and you gettin’ nothin’
I’m flyin’ private narcotics inside my luggage
She tryna hide it, excited, I know she fuckin’
Flew her to Cabo, nobody survives it
How I make it out of the projects?
I gotta be honest
I wasn’t movin’ product or a product of my environment
I was putting the time in
Shit, I had visions of me rappin’ on Flex then
Yeah
In Romania, 100 LEU is 20 USD
Out here lookin’ like the plug and the USB
I had dreams of me rappin’ on a Kanye beat
Weak friends are more dangerous than your strong enemies
Remember me?
The Benz driver, Vetements copper
Got her wetter than a scuba diver when I’m in the oochie’walla
Coulda been your baby father, but I’d rather get medulla oblongata
Like an Uber driver, make a move I gotta
Find ways to make money, ain’t that ironic?
Double entendre
I get em on Syke like Wanda
Mind ya I’m trouble in every genre
Ah!