Moses

White people less apprehensive when I'm in the Moncler
Something I recently noticed
But 12 still stop me, it's bogus
So they either jealous or filling their quotas
Foenem pull up in a Lotus, it's caramel-coated
He puffing on potent, his seat is the lowest it go
I can tell by the slowness he totally loaded and tryna stay focused
I-55 is swollen, he step out the whip to get niggas rolling
He finish the spliff and crush it with force on the ground
I think that he tryna be Moses
Cartier lens are tinted with roses
Maybe that's why I'm not tweaking about the thrombosis
Sit in the passenger feeling real cozy
Then when it hit me I start on this opus
Marow been serving the crack
Go to my notes, start writing this track
I'm playing the beat on repeat on the speakers
The bass in the back compete with the pack
The pace of attack I keep as a tactic
Really can go from a flurry to calm in a hurry
I'm tired as hell, my vision is blurry
Me and this thrax like Mitchell and Murray
I cannot fuck with no Michelin stars until I see portions
If I throw hundreds on food and I'm not even full at the end
That shit is extortion
Asking the driver to head to Portillo's
It's so many options, need an assortment
Send me a beat and I'm torching
Probably adding to your fame, adding to my fortune

Slide on a shorty who thicker than Florida air in the summer
She using my face as a chair
It's a bummer we link so infrequently cuz she a stunner
We bumper to bumper
I think she a bomber cuz she keep a couple of em on her chest
In person they bigger than I woulda guessed
The pics she sending me having me stressed
I'm surfing her wave, I'm making her crest
I'm the black Kelly Slater
New Triple S's they came in a freighter
So heavy I steady been leaving these craters
I'm finally piquing the interest of playlist curators and industry folks
Most of em flaky but some of em dope
I'm grateful I don't gotta lean on em like when a nigga was broke