LAZY CADENCE (Chorusless 3) Lyrics

La vida loca baby

And I'm about that life

I'm stepping up

I'm losing figures

Who I sanctify in life

But I'm gaining figures

Baby yeah they set me up

For life

So entice

Kilani lavish dressing on me

I'm on chapter five

Patty cake I double lettuce

Fly high

Shoutout to the fisherman

Got a lesson mix on chemicals

I'm just stacking words

Its a sky but it's getting

so nebulous

In a lab spitting nukes

from ninty-nine Einsteinium

I did nine to five

Add thirteen reasons to die

On the twelve

I got agreement

Put my dream to homicide

But I got my homie's side

Paying records all the time

He just wanted me shine

And I keep it

On my mind

Now Cruise in a Lex

Mission possible got kryptonite

Belly rubbing gave me

Jaundice blew that smokies all night

Baby she wanted to study

The sitch she wanted a switch

I got the co-dean

She gotta expel but still got

A test , she only accepts

When she get a D

Cold bitch get senses

She a sentimental fridge

Going full power baby

She dont ask about no inch

Told her baby dont worry

Cuz my whip fulla tints

Big money clocks

Gotta introduce her to the Benz

Watch it watch it watch it

In a blank pain

But I varnish, in alert

I got my arm in

Cannot look, I just be hopping

Not my shit

I'm leaving college

Sipping venoms for a carnage

Double down I'm never folding

In you city I be balling

Mask on a face

Imma do it anonymous

Grasping a way

Imma smoke it insentience

A lotta eyes

And they hating my presence

So Imma ghost em

I spin in my poem

I run with a pace

I be raisin my coins

Ahead of my third

I wanna live in a modest

Fantasy double Rs

Like a Tolkien

With people listen to the shit

When I'm talking

I came for the fun

I dont fuck with no beef

We all for the money

The shit I believe

Big up for the music

I love my colleagues

Hit me up any time

I be up for the team

Rings on a finger

A money a blip

You know it in second

They put in mood

Im getting a half

Instead of the head

I'm extending my mag

And I aim for the moon

Lazy tunes

And I husch that bitch

Cartiers and I cuff my wrist

Bruise everywhere

And you see me insist

My will is to die hard

Over this shit

I hustle to get my crib

On cribs

Gave up a lot

Just to pay me a bill

Gates opening chlorophylls

Yeah

Half I'm Egyptian

Half Imma Russian

Snowy wrist

And my skin from the desert

We bear with the shit

We just go on and wrestle

Mallorca I'm chilling

Next day I'm in Paris

Oneirophobia got me in imbalance

I got over this shit

Working twenty for seven

Dream free

Now I'm charging a balance

Work with a C1

All night in a attic

Now I look for the time

Just to look at my Patek

Keep up the elevate, keep up the elevate