Garden of Eden

Yea Get up Look, yea Yea, yea, yea This a story of rats, dogs and snakes, sheep It's like Garden of Eden And my bitch Eve She said she don't care if I call her a bitch I'm a dick that's what my bitch need Yea I don't think a lot Used to think a lot more but like Now I think about hoes and I'm like Might be better if I didn't want more and I'm like I might be better with snow Might be better with some rum and some coke And I'm like Gimme Henny, drinks with flakes of some gold So I'm like Give me liquor, I need liquor to pour so I been I been, I been smoking on herbs like I'm a witch doctor My life get tragic, like Magic, like when his blood offed him I think a lot about my first son or first daughter Whatever happens my brother just know we keep balling Yea Everyday is the playoffs I'm tryna MVP it Tryna take her to Ruth Chris, she was EBTing No more sucking off the label tryna MTV it I think maybe she could find herself inside a portrait Art empowerment, classic, but only sort of classy Roman statues made of porcelain They can tell your aura Modern day Leonardo, go make your pain important I'll tell you write your own gospel Ain't no power to the people There's just prayer for your prosper And if that sugar ain't sweet then that shit isn't sugar She still put it to her nose Who am I to go tell her? I make the point that you losing your sense of hunger No passion, impassioned ignorance joyous I know that Lucifer walking And he been awfully persuasive I know he quick to employ you But you can't make no arrangements Oh lord Know these people don't care Said the serpent showed his fangs and we know Eve didn't care Life's a garden of demons Ain't no innocence here This ain't Garden of Eden Bring your goddess in here