Avant-Garde (feat. Touré Masters)

Yeah, mobsters don't die, they get fat and move to Argentina
Sniffing on coca-nina, pray to Santa Maria, they don't catch a subpoena
I kick it like FIFA, with gentlemen in they 40's smoking on Cohibas
Conversing on being better leaders, my Mexican diva, who favors a young Selena

Came straight from Colima, her uncle the plug, you can get it cheaper
No splitting hairs about it, you cross him, you in the crosshairs
It's all violence, ten crack commandments, rules of consignment
Biggie gave us a guide for us to keep in mind, real G's move in silence, it's by design

This isn't a place where innocence is found, cubs don't play on these grounds
It's diamondbacks on the premises, clip your grass
I prefer tree over the vape to let the time pass
I'm here cause of her energy, she don't need an ass

I ain't saying I have more class, just in a different class
And I ain't never kissed ass, your acceptance is something I'll never ask
Boy, attention get put on me like whey mass
Step in the building, they break they neck, to look

Damn near catch whip last, you chase clout like flash
For What's attractive, I was never into that
I'm trying to attract something, that will forever last
That's even if I had to fast

What you speeding to, better yet, what corrupted you
Either way, it all comes to a crash
Yeah
Her will is very precise

Maybe you had a will
Motherfucker, that's weird
Yes, she did
She was concerned that if anything ever happened to you

You'd piss away her family's fortune
And she wanted you to finally publish your novel
Poems, whatever
I write poetry, you little bitch

Bread, wine, lox, and bagels
Probably be right here with me if my uncle's able
Shopping for art in Paris like I'm a local staple
PX4 tucked in my tux, money across the table

Eleven out the gates, balance out the stakes
Parmesan, my pasta, medium, my steak
She hopping out the cab, I'm pouring Cabernet
She wore Dior to the studio

Relax, okay
The rap go like the crack go
Brown sugar like D'Angelo back hoe
I would really rap harder if I was that low

I'm at a level where love is what I rap for
I'm that close
Touré
Still drive something out the 70s too, man