Cassanova ft. Golden Arms Lyrics

Yeah, Casanova's, uh, we catching odors

What's that aroma? Nah, what's that aroma

Come on, look

Aye yo

Zip copper, flows elevated like the fifth chakra

Mind-bending herbal application

I'm a witch doctor, slick talker

Rip her from her panties if she kiss on it, bitch, stop it

You been winking at me since I been popping

Big Poppa, thought you was the one, but you my fifth option

Try your luck, meet me at rehearsal, love, and get proper

Shorty like a ten, but just a two, you let her get talking

Body nice, loving the view

Born, but skipped knowledge

Stupid, God it's lessons up in the music

Your favorite rapper wack and his lesson was better muted

My lessons better the movement

I lecture for institutions

We Asiatic alumni

They vegetables in a unit, and I eat good

You built your foundation off of weak wood

How could you expect it to last, during these bleak shores

Deep sores fester in the alleys when the streets war

Finding peace, sipping my liquor, fucking with cheap whores

I weep more, crying in fetal, cuddled with deep thoughts

Younger self discovered, he coveted what a king lost

My Peace gone, losing to trauma, dying to re-spawn

Something like the phoenix, who risen

Hungry to keep going

Miserable, found a lot of power in the syllables

The man planted powder by the hour on a criminal

It's madness, they seen sophistication in the habits

And flip the script, threw em religion

Better than savage, them bastards

Cleansing they influence when I'm fasting

The climb before the fall, but for the God it's everlasting

I shine bright, 2020 vision, but in hindsight

Rather make decisions over wishing that the time right

Powerless, silence in peril, simply was cowardice

Sharper tongue, godly apparel, niggas was dragging it

Blasphemous, enter the dragon, you find what passion is

Burning sage, lighting a blunt, fuck it, I'm passing it

Self serves, only when you knowing what yourself worth

Do the math, punching the clock, crushing my L first

I'm well-versed in minding reflections, walking through hell's church

Champions forgotten, I've come to knowledge, the belt's cursed

Tarnished it, humble, trying to figure where the honor went

Samurai, dueling for fame, chipping your armaments

Techniques, something like the Spartans up in West Greece

Let's teach how to make a monster out of less sheep

Stretch grief, drowning in your karma by the next week

Eating through you, sparring, you a goner when we next meet

Finish him, patience just a chapter in your discipline

Sound the same, nothing alike, niggas was synonyms

I'm flipping them, mirrors probably show you where the victim is

When looking in the face of a God, presence meticulous

You done for, trip em for he even get to run far

Fear is for the mind of the weak, meager

You lunch, Lord, you punched on

Feeling like a shooter in the gun store

Big Pharma, killing him soft, knowing he want more

One call, filling his prescription when the drugs pause

Tin man, finished his mission, all cause he want heart

And I'm walking through this shit unharmed

The God, nigga