smoke!

I ain't the same nigga that you use to know
My talents still irrefutable
Me and this game too suitable
Like hot sauce and a noodle bowl
I make it hot enough, feel it in your cuticles
See it moving through
Your body, ima bad man like John Gotti
Perfect for the ones who so naughty
Sipping on Bacardi
Looking for they party
We made it in America, Minari
So stop feeling sorry
You made it out the safari
Into the limelight looking all starry
Look at all these stories
One in million, played the game like Atari
Baby I been fishing for the glory
This regular 9-5 so boring
The chances come to hustlers who show it
And show out
I mean I treat it like a 40 point blow out
All the white girls bring the snow out
And the black girls just glow out
Perfect queens from Egypt before the drought
Once long ago when the moors ruled about
So rule they mouths
Jaws drop
When you the talk of the town
It's all love
Even when you be talking about

Its just to recover some clout

Hit it again with verse 2
To give thanks to my virtues
And pray that's it only ever good news
It really seems this world is out to hurt you
But I find the most bliss when I'm near doom
All these cappers wanna say they feel you
But in reality they desperate to be you
All y'all too see through
No skill to be cool
Staring at a nigga's jewels
Feet consumed by the pools
You drool
No respect for the lines I drew
If you intend to intersect just know I hold them tools
I don't ever second guess when I'm around these fools
Ya'll do it for the flex, while I'm tryna shift the mood
Ya'll think you next, but can't even match the shit I do
This nigga really blessed like his name was achoo
Ya'll really too stressed on the way I move
I can deal with the press, done so much with little room
Me and Robert Chase got some shit to prove
Energy like the 2 live crew
Celebrate while I pour my brew
Achieved this birds eye view
The whole thing right on cue
I guess the rap game got me pre approved