Garden of Eden

Yea
Get up
Look, yea
Yea, yea, yea

This a story of rats, dogs and snakes, sheep
It's like Garden of Eden
And my bitch Eve
She said she don't care if I call her a bitch
I'm a dick that's what my bitch need

Yea
I don't think a lot
Used to think a lot more but like
Now I think about hoes and I'm like
Might be better if I didn't want more and I'm like

I might be better with snow
Might be better with some rum and some coke
And I'm like
Gimme Henny, drinks with flakes of some gold
So I'm like
Give me liquor, I need liquor to pour so I been
I been, I been smoking on herbs like I'm a witch doctor
My life get tragic, like Magic, like when his blood offed him
I think a lot about my first son or first daughter
Whatever happens my brother just know we keep balling

Yea
Everyday is the playoffs I'm tryna MVP it
Tryna take her to Ruth Chris, she was EBTing
No more sucking off the label tryna MTV it

I think maybe she could find herself inside a portrait
Art empowerment, classic, but only sort of classy
Roman statues made of porcelain
They can tell your aura
Modern day Leonardo, go make your pain important
I'll tell you write your own gospel
Ain't no power to the people
There's just prayer for your prosper
And if that sugar ain't sweet then that shit isn't sugar
She still put it to her nose
Who am I to go tell her?

I make the point that you losing your sense of hunger
No passion, impassioned ignorance joyous
I know that Lucifer walking
And he been awfully persuasive
I know he quick to employ you
But you can't make no arrangements
Oh lord

Know these people don't care
Said the serpent showed his fangs and we know Eve didn't care
Life's a garden of demons
Ain't no innocence here
This ain't Garden of Eden
Bring your goddess in here