Moses

White people less apprehensive when I'm in the Moncler Something I recently noticed But 12 still stop me, it's bogus So they either jealous or filling their quotas Foenem pull up in a Lotus, it's caramel-coated He puffing on potent, his seat is the lowest it go I can tell by the slowness he totally loaded and tryna stay focused I-55 is swollen, he step out the whip to get niggas rolling He finish the spliff and crush it with force on the ground I think that he tryna be Moses Cartier lens are tinted with roses Maybe that's why I'm not tweaking about the thrombosis Sit in the passenger feeling real cozy Then when it hit me I start on this opus Marow been serving the crack Go to my notes, start writing this track I'm playing the beat on repeat on the speakers The bass in the back compete with the pack The pace of attack I keep as a tactic Really can go from a flurry to calm in a hurry I'm tired as hell, my vision is blurry Me and this thrax like Mitchell and Murray I cannot fuck with no Michelin stars until I see portions If I throw hundreds on food and I'm not even full at the end That shit is extortion Asking the driver to head to Portillo's It's so many options, need an assortment Send me a beat and I'm torching Probably adding to your fame, adding to my fortune Slide on a shorty who thicker than Florida air in the summer She using my face as a chair It's a bummer we link so infrequently cuz she a stunner We bumper to bumper I think she a bomber cuz she keep a couple of em on her chest In person they bigger than I woulda guessed The pics she sending me having me stressed I'm surfing her wave, I'm making her crest I'm the black Kelly Slater New Triple S's they came in a freighter So heavy I steady been leaving these craters I'm finally piquing the interest of playlist curators and industry folks Most of em flaky but some of em dope I'm grateful I don't gotta lean on em like when a nigga was broke