Sipping wine on ice cause I’m nasty like that,
and it’s 9-dollar wine cause I’m classy like that; if you

place me on the spot, I’ma place a red dot on that
Crimson Trace foolery - shout them out in the eulogy -
as you can see, cruising so elegantly and beautifully…
you can tell that climbing ain’t nothing new to me,
truthfully, niggas have no idea the scrutiny they
do to me, build a Moonboard out of the lunacy,
in college, acted stupidly - legendary jubilees -
a mutiny in unity - nudity in gratuity…

Take two of these and show me how that beta go,
hanging in a shaded zone, tying to a braided rope,
I’m on a route that’s graded low…sorry, but I may disclose
beta - you can hate us, but you can’t deny we made it, though!
If I say I wanna send it, then I’ll make it go,
no acquittal or remittal, and my case is closed…
cause I’m rolling with the OG’s from OP that
know me from back when I climbed with no feet, they smoke weed, and
they stay air-ride equipped, like they in Solarium,
no need to be scared of them, if you’re new to the area, they’ll
get you so high, you’ll think everything is hilarious,
have you staring up like you’re stuck in a planetarium,

Feeling colossal like dinosaurian fossils,
known for ignoring models, exploring the latest consoles - also,
I’m a nice man, I read graphic novels,
and my nightstand, is full of Ale-8 bottles…

Motherfucker, so ill (soILL)…

This one for my niggas in the Meadows,
that only bump rap, but still got heavy metal,
and be making guns clap, my people are instrumentals,
push it down like thumbtack when they creep through your residential,
peeping outside your window, even got a direction,
the shit I’m dropping is scary as climbing with no protection,
Onaga with the deception, a god and a lethal weapon,
go hard and I keep it moving like driving with an erection,
album is so suspenseful; dropping it December,
I’m copping it for assuaging that throbbing inside my temple…
million on the millipede, feeling the,
wheeling, dealing, healing and killing building my villainy -
I’m ill and penicillin is still instilled in my synergy,
appealing to civilians - lord willing, with Bill and Hilary,
my car’ll go far, yo - sorry, your man’s is
worn out like Carlos’s Mario pants, but listen
girl, I swear to God, if I father your kids, they’ll be the
son of a don like Dario is - I’m talking
Miguel’s - I prevail, you choked out, I’m Spreewell,
my album up for pre-sale, you niggas getting re-jailed,
so take back your Evolv’s…if they box them up for resale, just
put my name on them, and they’ll double in retail…