Autumn Leaves

A movie starring Martian fumes, that's a groovy production
Tractor beam on your bitch, that's another abduction
In these streets, they call her Dyson, cause she came with the suction
She got her ass done, but her titties under construction

I'm from Queens, baby, where we turnin' nothin' to somethin
Had to move upstate, they raised the rent, they were buggin
Felt like I was stuck inside, the projects couldn't do nothin
Ayo, fuck the FBI, because they locked up my cousin

Almost gave auntie a heart attack, they ain't seen em comin
He been gone for two years, but it feel like a hunnid
By the time they let him out the pen, my number's gon' be jumpin
Buy my cousin foreign whip so out the jail he stuntin

I been reachin' for the accolades, upgrading my attributes
Buy my dad that Escalade, he talked about on drives to school
Smoother than some marmalade, attracted to my magnitude
Smoke like twenty blunts a day, to reach a different altitude

Fumblin' the ball I almost dropped it, I be cynical
I'm bracin' for the fall, I had to stop it Got them autumn leaves
Half a p stuffed inside my pocket, fuck a plug
Grab a knife, I jam it in the socket, gotta keep that same energy
When you speak to me, I be smokin' up
All the weed, fuck my memory
We were perfect for each other, but it wasn't meant to be
Now I'm thinkin', what did this relationship mean to me

It seems to me, I got the need for speed, I got some Happy Feet
The way I'm movin' on is bittersweet, I keep good company
Out for money, I became the greed, they call me gluttony
I'm from the gutter, we collect the rain, turn that shit to sleet
I'm feelin' like I'm Mandark, I been smokin' on that
(Ha ha ha)
Someone hit up Conway, cause I might just be a maquina
I kick her out the crib, cause all she wanna do is talk a lot
Smokin' all my weed today, you actin' like a bumbaclot

Wearing all this makeup, wanna see under your mascara
Up inside your hood, I'm wavin' guns and sayin' ratata
Say she fuckin' with me, but her body built like batatas
Say she hungry, let her feed on my genitalia

Fuckin' on some yoga mats, it feel like WrestleMania
Gettin' hard to breathe for her, I'm all inside her trachea
Like Wayne said, we gettin' money, comin' from Arabia
Started gettin' paid and now I'm tryin' to get away from ya

Ay, ay, yo, yo, I'm drivin' in from Long Island
What's up, meet me by Northern, I need a J bro
We got some songs to write, no doubt, no doubt
Hit me up, peace