Versace

versace versace i know im a poet

but no one gon stop me

not even high fashion, i rock graphic tees

and other cheap cottons 

roll up the weed and then blow all the smoke

til the tree scent stays on me

im passin the blunt with the homies 

don't drop the blunt or you'll get bodied 

runnin around in my khakis and black tee

and black new new balance

don't really fit nowhere

i lurk in the outskirts just like a valence

flown the words to ya

like a horse when it gallants  

just burnin the green

im not talkin bout no 4-leaf clover

I trying to cope with 

learning to deal with the bullshit i got no control over

try to sit back and breathe

spit hot as the sun but i stay cold as the polar 

mix the juice with the grey goose

the rum with the soda 

girl drop it and shake it 

and buss it and bend that thang over

she think i cant handle it

tell her to come over just so i can show her

30 inch tv at my house 

i sit back and gta bangs on it

(damn that shit bang!)

our old pieces shit on your new piece

don't ask for our take on it

skrrrrr!

affectus aperi affectus aperi affectus aperi

got julius, ian, and shifro and sparrow and tati

get ready

got mike reading pieces

jhene reading pieces

this shit getting heavy 

we bout to be all over the world with it

just sit back and watch me

have you waiting for pieces 

make you you fiend for my words

like these bitches fiend for versace