Rental on Cape Cod

(You're a lucky man, I've been admiring your house)
Man, 413, man I know y'all knew
(the best on Cape Cod)
that this was going to happen at some point
It's happening right now
DJ, DJ, DJ, man (Thanks)
It's DJ (You're from Boston?)

I gave patience a shot
It didn't work the way I wanted, had to come to a stop
How many different ways can I tell you I'm smoking on pot
They say Lucas got the strangest way of showing his thoughts
He keep it real, it's like I already know him
And they don't want to show respect, so I guess I'll have to show them
That when you come out to Western Mass, you write a passionate poem
And we smoke the kind of za that makes you accident prone
When I see the Hall of Fame, I know I'm practically home
Feel the tension
Goldilocks same color Clemson
The za that we smoke is from a whole other dimension
Not to mention, I might need an intervention
Can't reply to her stories 'cause she's knowing my intentions
Trying to smash it
I ain't good at acting passive
All that back and forth is just going to make the thing more attractive
I be snapping
Hope my mental doesn't break
And the price keep going up just like a rental on the Cape
I'm gone

We the best
Squeezing necks while y'all proceed to rest
Seeking checks
Keeping TECs and beating freaks for sex
Read the press
You eating less, you see the chest
I climb a tree and snatch your egg up out the eagle's nest
Bitch, I'm hungry
If I want it, better serve me
Coming straight from Mass, but it's Sonics on the jersey
You thirsty
Bitch, I'm moving product never search me
Pockets full of dollars on my worst week, listen
Hypnotic with the brown mix
Fuck your city, I heard everybody in your town snitch
Clown shit
Like can I get a pound and who you down with
When it pop, it's getting everyone around hit, uh
I'm rolling up this sour patch
Burn a zip in about an hour flat, this where the power's at
My kitchen counter filled with bricks of powder
Where's my shower cap
'Bout to rain, I've been saying I don't know how to act
Been through Hell, but I stay humble
I let the trey rumble
That's how it goes, we in a grey jungle
Remember days we used to weigh bundles
Now I'm sipping on some grapes
See the steak with the aged truffles
Good piff be getting mummy-wrapped
Never stressing money, shit is funny how we done with that
Moved to big bags from a twenty sack
Say she love me, I don't love her back, for real
Never a loss
You working with the federal boss
Get several tossed
Fuck what all the medical costs
Big blunts getting lit up
If you ain't with us, motherfuckers better give up

Yo
As the don dangles his chains, them jawns tangled
It's strange the way he lay with them on
Get all strangled but mayne
Look at the way that they fall on his Palm Angels
When I was young, ain't have a gun had to palm Angel's
A loner but the oath was in ink, no toner
Just think, you get your brain blown on your mink
Pro Bono
Them 2013 p's, I sold solo
You got one and had to sit on it, no homo
Chateau Josué shopping bag
Filled with a balaclava, a Glock
I got lots of mags, I pop and not just tags
So stop, you clocking swag and copying mine so bad
Don't tell me this is all the respect that you got for Dad
Welcome to fashion week
I used to fuck on your shorty, she said your fashion's weak
And you massive sweet
Stayed in massive suites, rubbing backs and feet
And paid for every expensive meal that she had this week
Your ass a geek
You're in the only zone
I catch her home alone and get the stroking
Macaulay Culkin, the way I'm clapping cheeks
And we just laugh and skeet
And slash to beats with the mattress squeeks
Then I grab my keys and leave the cat deceased
Smif

This a terrific looking boat
Boats are a passion of mine
One I don't get to indulge very often

Well that's too bad
I'd never let anything keep me off the water
Well, listen I'm going to be
Taking a run up the coast this evening
It's a full moon, weather is supposed to be great
Maybe this would be a good time

Maybe
I'll raise a chianti

Ok, thanks