Ahw
Can it be I'm the best at my worst
Call it the gift and the curse
Quite pleasant my palette
Fully me chalice from dirt
Went triple the worth
Just obeying my thirst
Bonjour
The illest niigga
To touch the four corners
Prophesies
The fourth coming no forewarning
I remember before then
They all taunt us
For which you thought
I'll lie the floor dormant
Obvi
We ain't cut from the same garment
These dyes
Human made and processed
For niiggas really died on the conquest
Near the apex my obsess
Left the legacy for the listeners digest
Accredited it to be years in the making
Most of the life long as it took
The study
Looking like a obloh scrapbook
My aim was to wash the regime
But then became a routine
Most of those nights
Went to painting the Sistine
All's it requires is a few tings
I need rainforest of tree to chop
Pipeline Og's
House of Medici overpaid my lease
Was commissioned to fashion these
Ink deposits with ease
Heard em over grapes
Nearly had an episode
Calm with sculp
Nick em' Carmichangleo
Fluid details may over lapse your canalópe from the interscope
This before pushin' envelope
Went and manifested my primal
A shorty really
I was popping willy's on dyno
Of one cup I was drunk off of the sip
But you ain't notice that
It only getting better as time goes
