The Contours

[Produced by Niko, Scandi, Elxyee]

[Intro]
Yo, this shit real smooth. I call this shit ‘The Contours’… Uh, yeah

[Verse]
I said all my best shit, now I’m taking a break
If I write, then I write, most likely over a drink, nigga
Yeah, but I quit drinking though
How many times did I say that, Satan knows
Uh, now here we are
More in tune with nature, my breakfast Morning Star
All these niggas really wanna come harm ya boy
John 10:34, so they wanna harm the Lord
All these hoes know I stay flier than a condor
Put you lil niggas’ wardrobe in the armoire
Filming videos, sorting out the contours
Wit’ a bitch showing off body, and it contorts
Spine chillin’, each vibration sexual healing
Marvin’s Room, had these housewives catchin’ they feelings
My bitch serious, mean business like Angela Simmons
She don’t wear the makeup, she not a gothic or villain
I hit the studio religiously to fuck wit’ your spirit
‘Cause all my verses sound like how the Apocrypha written
All my underground flows still flushing, I’m shittin’
And that core processor never fuck up my rhythm
I got magic in the lab like a alchemist nigga
Clean image, filthy lyrics, I just baffle you niggas
Uh, I just baffle you niggas
Baptize ya like my son, I got a bath for you, nigga
Do she love me now that I did the money dance?
Had a handful of shrimps by the palm branches
Gave her money for her meds like she had cancer
She got greedy, so I cut her off, I had to lance it
When I say I’m Kanye, they wanna argue ‘gainst it
Niggas really tried to sway me, but I got the answers
Sporadic thoughts gave me bars that were outta pocket
It’s in the bag, and to fumble it is not a option
See, it’s chaotic, but methodical each time I drop it
Your shit bores me, it’s unrelatable
You niggas corny, so microwaveable
And you really still tryna get it on and poppin’?
Jaws get rocked ‘cause all of my shit is solid
Step in my lane, it’s vehicular manslaughter, dummy
Writer’s block never was an object
It’s nothing, but nothing still amounts to something
I’m not haunted, every single thing I do is symbolic
I’m not supposed to be alive, who want smoke wit’ a coffin?
Light bulb above my head when my thoughts are the darkest
My written shit is automatic, something else is just talking
I know you see the turtleneck, I’m living comfortable, nigga
I’m a father to bougie women, fuckin’ Huxtables, nigga
I had so many offers to go beat the block
But I made my own hits to make the speakers knock