Arabian Nights Lyrics

Rain drops with the Top Off

Speeding all thru the inner city

On Track like escorts

But nobody's really fucking with me

Who's the nigga that told you to get cigar phillys cough strawberries and start dancing at the bar silly?

I had this Vibe for a minute shit is authentic

Can tell your heart ain't in it

Styles augmented

I smoked a bowl of Frosted Flakes before I made breakfast

FaceTime check-ins with my family out in Texas

Finally caught up with my Dad and we got reconnected

When he moved to Arizona it was Least expected

No tears shed when I roll out

The seat heat vents warm but my heart is cold now

I'm done buying bottles that get half way poured out

I'm done chasing models who be half way whored out

Kief hairs blowing in the wind and it's fro'd out

Still the same Tookah that you knew but I'm grown now

I could put you on a red-eye get you flown out

The times go Fast I just wish that it would slow down

But sometimes you gotta half the pill

Duffle bag full of cash more bags to fill

I ain't really tryina focus on my Past fo'real

Put my feelings in a bag nigga Vacuum seal

Rhymes stood the test of time and they Lasted still

My Last appeal had gave a nigga Mass Appeal

This time I'ma give em that Triassic feel

Lil Macs still wonder how a classic feel

I been moving up the ranks like an Alpha male

Albums brought me to the Bank that's without the deal

Told my shawty we should wait till we stash a mill

Before a Baby's on the way another mouth to fill

Signed and sealed the NDA

When I'm on a Tinder date

Fucked her on the balcony and played Beyonce Lemonade

Bring the yellow tape

Different aura when my hair in braids

In 11th grade selling tapes at the Circle K

I evolved from Cretaceous to Paper chase

Main flaw is I'm anxious and hate to wait

I built this all by myself can't take away

The fact that a niggas Living great Life's Tailor-made

I go behind the back thru the Legs Fade away

Way I play the game

I'ma end up in the Hall of Fame

Got a shawty on my shoulder tryina hold her place

She make one mistake I hit her with the shoulder shake

So hang my Jersey on the Rafters you bastards

Because the bars I'm cooking are hotter than Baked Alaska

Snapchat memories are better with a Caption

A.I. tried to get me but they can't fill in the captcha

Niggas bet against me now they're tearing up their brackets

Blowing smoke into the air is how I call my Dragon

I don't really talk about it till I make it happen

We call it a Medication they call it a Habit

Need a Dab pen when I'm swerving all thru the traffic

Magic carpet ride Arabian Nights Aladdin

Take it to the Peak and then bring in a smooth Landing

Mix another drink then I'm seeing what up with Channy