Statik Selektah
Cinematic lifestyle they watch me like theater
Me and my bitch on Broadway in a Sprinter with the Maybach interior
Out in public cause hysteria
There's pistols in my area
Cause this life keep getting scarier the more we break down barriers
I'm poppin rich food, thinkin' bout the poorer times
Performing rhymes, before they heat his grill up like the Foreman kind
We born in crime
She don't speak no English she a foreign dime
That pussy sweet like florentine
Oops I mean florentine
We dice rollers, chip stackers, poker faces get splattered
Risk takers I can show you what it takes to be a lit rapper
I'm just getting set up in a bed with whoever
But they don't put me on them lists cause we don't get together
And do something you suckers fake, and I can see the flaws in you
Like a rapper with a million likes that can't pack a small venue
Something's off with you, yeah
Something's off with you
Ayo my intuition speak facts
In Cali with my seat back
Outcasted from the industry but this outfit cost me 3 stacks
Soaked in all these diamonds, cuban drippin' fluid
Pop a Vueve to get me through it
Me and Stat Selekt connect, HLR this different music
Fuck the politickers, the suckers and whoever don't acknowledge it
I'm hot as Bali get in the summer, Lighting a ganja spliff
I couldn't powder whip as a youngin', I had to get a rock though
No skids, yeah I had to eyeball the work, like vision doctors
I can see straight through these suckers cause my visions proper
Handgun with a switch on it, that shit sounds like a helicopter
They treatin' me like royalty, the dope game been employing me
You can tell somebody know and that's the way you test they loyalty
Camera flashes when I hop out everybody start recording me
Bitches castin' spells like sorcery like God ain't been supporting me, importantly
It's Blanco
