Vintage Chanel (feat. Yikes)

When I brainstorm they get rained on Torrential downpour bodies found drowned ashore I'm a poor righteous teacher in Dior sneakers End of the season scoring leader uh I'm out Jamaica with a bowl of reefer With Mona Lisa I roll the leaf up uh uh Vintage Chanel frames I say to hell with fame And when the cops stop me I got several names I got on seven chains back of my neck in pain F*ck a loss that's a lesson gained I got the weapon aimed Revolver on me like I'm Jesse James The wild east wild beasts prowl on the street I'm Kyle Lowry with the heat real sturdy The clip Curry stat sheet it fill thirty If I don't got on designer I feel dirty They think I'm shallow I'm Jacque Cousteau Uh I got two pets they a pair of Glocks Put holes in a nigga like a pair of Crocs Fiends compare the rock to a pair of socks Big boulders I was serving out the Alps 87 degrees in the Caribbean The brethren mistook me for a Dominican The resemblance of Gil-Scot Heron I can write conscious lyrics but I still gotta shine Bad nerves I been smoking more HDMI for my vocal cord I wrote these bars at the local bar Looking like a hopeful star with a gold Chophard Bartender bring the Stella Artois cheers nigga Mothafucka I'm one hell of a guy Caterpillar to a butterfly tell ya mother high Matter fact later on I'll be coming by Tell her have my plate ready with the drum and thigh I'm in the kitchen like Melvin if you wanna try A girl dad but she wanna have another Sy And at that very moment is when I had to tell her bye I'm in the Telluride getting hella high UFO Films the revolution televised Vintage Chanel frames I say to hell with fame And when the cops stop me I got several names The resemblance of Gil-Scot Heron I can write conscious lyrics but I still gotta shine My pop said you look different you better act like it History repeat itself so you ain't got to act psychic I'm going up like gas prices off these people vices Customer service Chic-Fil-A they come back when you the nicest Don't show no effort when I write this Don't gotta hit a million streams long as the real niggas recite this Kite this and send it to the jails Bite this and you'll get maimed and sent to the hells I promise My vision clear like GIA diamonds I'm tryna break generational curses nigga f*ck rhyming Michelin star meals now we saying f*ck Ramen Swiss movement in that watch nigga f*ck timing We made our own way we call our own shots Gotta manifest what you want my nigga don't stop Dome shot if I press the button My wolves finished they food and they sorta like gluttons No bluffing just percussion More drums than a Hit Boy production No discussion if that strand causing concussions Told my side bitch it's a difference between loving and lusting Shit and at this point I don't feel nothing They said ya dreams ain't big enough if they ain't scaring you So what it mean when you dream of success and niggas airing you I'm daring you f*ck a stain my niggas they smearing you Cause when that time come I know Henry ain't sparing you OG and Benjie neither spinning like ballerinas Nigga you couldn't walk a mile in these designer sneakers Student became the teacher teacher became the master Master became a God Only Young Jefe after