Vintage Canvas

Ayo, he's heatin' up, nah, bitches, I'm on fire

Eighty-foot beast, rippin' telephone wires

Opps stay frontin', we interrogatin' liars

So I got a hammer, a bat and a pair of pliers

Came from the biblical days when there were giants

Sittin' on a throne, a king with a pair of lions

Meetin' with advisors on esoteric science

Take hoes to the finest Red Roofs and Hyatts

Y'all better crack open the fire hydrants

My alliance got our Jason Bourne assignments

For haters and dictators and tyrants

I'm not afraid of violence or man-made virus

The devil try us, but God supplies us

With jaws of tigers and extra-large incisors

About to start some fires, a Pfizer in fact

Rap shoot through fiber optics for cyber attack

None liver than Ap, it's all lies and cap

I got an armed motorcade, always ride in the back

They'll never JFK me, I play chess daily

Been strategizin' checkmate, I'm A-S-A-P

A prophet, a poet who's wrapped in robes

When I walk on concrete, feet cracks the roads

Just like I cracked the codes with no practice mode

And pop rappers in the dome so the casket's closed

Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas

Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas

Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas

Now I'm on a sailboat

Now I'm on a sailboat

Now I'm on a sailboat with that vintage canvas

Whenever you try cramming a beautiful sailboat into a tight space

Surrounded by millions of dollars in yachts

And you add wind and current and prop walk

This makes for a challenging situation