Vintage Canvas

[Verse]
Ayo, he's heatin' up, nah, bitches, I'm on fire
Eighty-foot beast, rippin' telephone wires
Opps stay frontin', we interrogatin' liars
So I got a hammer, a bat and a pair of pliers
Came from the biblical days when there were giants
Sittin' on a throne, a king with a pair of lions
Meetin' with advisors on esoteric science
Take hoes to the finest Red Roofs and Hyatts
Y'all better crack open the fire hydrants
My alliance got our Jason Bourne assignments
For haters and dictators and tyrants
I'm not afraid of violence or man-made virus
The devil try us, but God supplies us
With jaws of tigers and extra-large incisors
About to start some fires, a Pfizer in fact
Rap shoot through fiber optics for cyber attack
None liver than Ap, it's all lies and cap
I got an armed motorcade, always ride in the back
They'll never JFK me, I play chess daily
Been strategizin' checkmate, I'm A-S-A-P
A prophet, a poet who's wrapped in robes
When I walk on concrete, feet cracks the roads
Just like I cracked the codes with no practice mode
And pop rappers in the dome so the casket's closed

[Bridge]
Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas
Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas
Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas
Now I'm on a sailboat
Now I'm on a sailboat
Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas

[Outro]
Whenever you try cramming a beautiful sailboat into a tight space
Surrounded by millions of dollars in yachts
And you add wind and current and prop walk
This makes for a challenging situation