[Verse 1: Asaad]
New Black til the death of me
Killing shit unexpectedly
Sexy Chanel whores will ride a nigga equestrily
This is art with no apologies
Ego luxury lifeology
And wack niggas is fucking up the economy
My bible-esque verses are utterly Deuteronomy
Sorry is for the pussy boys, nigga fuck an apology
Walk with me, fuck with me, nigga follow me
Hood nigga, yea I used to splurge on Polo
Now I'm smokin' hookah, dolo, and yes-men is a no-no
And my bad bitch is my Yoko and we going out for Froyo
I'm the shit, I walk in slow-mo, all black, fuck a logo
I'm talking my shit and I got niggas calling it quits
I seen all of this shit, it's like I was calling the shit
Young and ethereal, smoke while eating cereal
The enter(?), as to impress an imperial
I lost my grandpop, brought me down on my knees
I feel like "fuck the world", yet I do as I please
Turning nothing degrees like nigga fucking degrees
What the fuck is steez, I'm ashing all my Acne jeans
Aquille got me experimentin' all types of shit
The Balmain bikers when I'm on my young Michael shit
27 shit, hell-bound and heaven-sent
Sarcastic rhetoric, that "good could be better" shit
Me and my thoughts alone in a zone, it's so cold
It's fuckin' snowin', fucks frozen, say fuck it and keep on goin'
Every real nigga charm, if you singing this song
Take a two from a one as I pass the baton
[Verse 2: Grande Marshall]
Raise my kids in southern Italy, shop my bitch in Serendipity
Cover bases with Egyptian, listen this that of Angelista(?)
Jesus Christas, pena wall(?) all slipping off the fishscales
Well marvel at the marbel
I was a sensation but our feelings don't last forever
So don't say this "from Comme de Garcon to Comme to Grande"
Like (?), unzip the entrees
Ran mines from her hips to her clit
Felt like the first time I seen a brick
Not your ordinary hero
But word to the wise in the skies, it does not read of an ordinary evil
Name a rapper equal, poise in the palm, it's the balm
Same swag swing that swap from everything
From a daughter to her mom, damn
Piaget rose gold, glory hallelujah
Said Motherfuck my past when they told me I'm the future
Reston, Royfield, Windsor
V 73 like the scene but much rather see the bitches
Glimpse it, thoughts displayed in high definition
Eye for an eye, niggas couldn't see the vision
Wanted slices of the pie and they work in the kitchen
I got niggas tryna get this money like I is
No sympathy for back layers, player get it how you live
I go to sleep dreaming of lambs, did you catch that?
Work with that work, nigga stretch that
This that '75 Broad Street Bully back to back flow
Them shits ain't got the reflector, the fuck you get em for?
We them niggas at every event, gold medal flexin'
You don't gotta like it but respect it
We ahead of the curve so nigga get it straight
Expensive taste, Medusa faces on the dinner plates
Big emblem Benzes, champagne for my real friends
And real pain for my shame friends