Bangladesh (feat. Heems)

Bangladesh, at sixteen, my slang was fresh

I would not tire, spittin' hot fire in the sesh

Or on the voicemail like John Tesh

Couldn't see me in the flesh

Y'all better off silent like Depeche

You know my steelo

Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo

If you don't know anything, know that YOD nice

Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice

And I ain't even ahead, thievin' for bread

Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said

I'm all disheveled the stress levels is high

As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by

Saw my looks dillapidate at a rapid rate

Used to be virile 'fore the 'ports made me sterile

The terrible son chronicles and cock-blocking perils

But I dust myself off, rocking my apparel

Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl

Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel

While I was making sure every bar is hard

You herbs was playing Pokémon, chasing Charizard

I peeped the scenery, sippin' green tea

The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. Feeny

Now I'm pulling up to Leanly

With Santini, Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini

I'm Fellini eatin' fettucine at the mini-mall

She said, Heemy, you can't see me, why you such a meanie for

Whippin' in that beany 4-door like you on city hall

Out in Long Island, why you don't come to the city for

Thought I did the rap shit in vain like a junky

Funky fresh cold medina hot sexy punkie

Mama tried to punk me, dump me, jump me

'Cause I kept it hundred since 21 and Jump Street

Now I'm in Tahiti with a queen like Nefertiti

You can't see me 'cause my face between her titties

Bank off the city, hit the bank, cop a CD

Offshore accounts in Dubai with habibi

Put the bars together like a restauranteur provocateur

With the raw and Bobby Brown jaw

If my melanin could talk and tell you what the brown saw

Why did the brown pour, the feds probably 'round y'all

So I should probably keep it quiet, yeah

'Bout the selling and the buying, they paying when I'm flying

Twenty Bangladeshis with me, 'bout to start a riot

I've been yelling, I've been screaming

I've been kicking, I've been crying

Yeah, we move that product for the Prada

Only whip low-key, Miata or Sonata

It's Himachu, fuck a Pikachu or a Charizard

My bars is hard, my girl went to Barbizon, Heemy

Classic man, it's Sean P

I need a verse from you, home skillet

But you know, you might now wanna do it, you know

Call me back and tell me, you know what, get the fuck outta here

Fuck Sean P, or, or you might call with

Hey, Sean, this is the best record I've ever heard in my life, man

I'm honored to get on it, or you know

Fuck is this guy Sean P, whatever

Just hit me back, classic man, peace