The Aura

(Sometimes, I feel, some-)

Yeah, ain't shit sweet, man?

I mean

Shootin' fly shit

Uh

Yo, uh

Cali crook heist leader

Evil eye glaze hunter

Peace to my wave-runners

Iceberg, mafia-made gunners

Uh, my art spirals

Burning up my arch rivals

I'm part wizard and part rhino

Overseas, my hundred dollar vinyl

It's vital

Chan, Lambo race, Miami space, Scarface

High-speed chases

Dual-exhaust your whole face

Halal tuna in Laguna

Rumor is, he used to be a shroomer

How his mind is psychedelic with humor

I'm an OG, you still a junior

I took a Uber to Laguna to meet with the Uma

Sea bass, garlic, we mash harlots

Crash parties, white bitches sniffing lines screamin', "That's gnarly!"

Coconut oil, my bitch is loyal

Peanut-butter skin, cinnamon Shiva queen, exotic empress

My nine planet circle

My virtue is universal after curfew

This is real life, nothing commercial

Wove a wonderful web, ghetto celeb

The legend of the Buddha in the rain, protected by the cobra head

Uh, I want my king sun, wing chun, my kingdom

**** better bring guns

Anchovies, ****

It's more than what I write

I meditate, you can see my aura in the light

From the morning to the night

We levitate, smoking, hitting corners in the night

Everything will be all right

If you meditate, you can see your aura shining bright

I'm Osiris with the sight

So get it straight, because it's more than what I write

Yeah, electoral vote, shocking like electrical volts

It was funded off of Mexican dope

Enough cream to cop weapons and boats

At the festival, on the float

Hoes tryna get next to the G.O.A.T

To the chopper now, lounging at the Landmark

Sparking it down

My goons howling like wolves on the prowl

Fuck a black and mild

Just some yak and some loud, a little roughie and fries

Me and all of my wives, African style

Moves is smoother than Tai Chi

Sugar Ray Leonard, Muhammad Ali

Aston Martin colored Thai Iced Tea

Wardrobe, World War Three

My monopoly

Culinary king, cooking crack

Something properly

Fuck, bluff, and touch, something that's nut and get it cracking

Or suffer the consequences for your actions

The hoe's choice was in the Rolls-Royce

The jeweler had me get appraisal for the gold voice

It's more than what I write

I meditate, you can see my aura in the light

From the morning to the night

We levitate, smoking, hitting corners in the night

Everything will be all right

If you meditate, you can see your aura shining bright

I'm Osiris with the sight

So get it straight, because it's more than what I write

It's how I live, man

Feel me?

That's what it is