Venetian Loafers (feat. Conway)

Shit

You might've seen me hang glidin' in Jupiter

Fuck, we out here

Rockin' jewelry in the wave pool

Yo, uh

It's the same person from way back

Silked out with the shades black

Play the blocks where they blaze at, sprayed at

Maybach like a German car

Consistently with currency, forever earnin' par

I spit this shit for all my people that's gone

Whether they locked up or dead, I bring 'em life in this song

Back in the world with me, takin' flicks, countin' this cake

The fuckin' Gucci store got my foot covered in snake

Tryin' to see a billion, rockin' reptilian

Y'all hear the shit I talk and question if it's really him

The way I'm extra make y'all regular like psyllium

Willyin' with the best of 'em, lookin' fresh with 'em

Stand up, quick to man up, y'all pumpin' estrogen

We built different, I'm a premium edition

I get driven around, y'all put the key in the ignition

Comin' from Queens to flip a key is the tradition

Yo, live from Jupiter

Uh, still in the after hours with the coke heads that rock Pro Keds

Been a criminal since I would duck officer Lopez

Before the feds was snatchin' my mans up in handcuffs

Now we look back and just breeze, pumpin' in sand trucks

Eatin' high quality fish chunks from Masa

Breakin' bread, writin' blueprints on how to prosper

Florida, Hollywood, Hollywood, L.A.

I just wanna go coast to coast and sell yay

The hustle is my heritage

The struggle seen in my eyes presents the evidence

Bruno Magli suede covers my footsteps

Never fold, never told, one of those good reps

I've got that post where they cop at

Pop at your top hat, ****, you not that, I'm ill

You know the resume, only rock exotic gear

Egyptian musk on, smellin' like Islamic prayer

Look, duchess pack with the best flowers (We smoke)

You **** got settlement money, we finessed ours

You blow your money on strippers, we invest ours

Put it on your head, have you killed within the next hour (Goodnight)

I know homie gon' be sick

I got no album out, still a Rollie on my wrist

He could be mad as he want, but I know he won't do shit

And if the **** bust a move, I'ma make sure he don't exist

We sippin' on gold bottles by the caseload

Lawyer money make the charges disappear, where that case go?

Whoa, we got shooters on the payroll

They whackin' everything if I say so

Versace silk shirts like I'm Percy Miller (Gang)

They say you made it, I say

"Nah, I'm still workin', ****" (I'm grindin', homie)

I'm grindin' like I'm still hurtin', **** (Facts)

Machine, Meyhem, and Fraud, this shit perfect, ****

It's curtains, ****, you know