Typewriter (feat. Kenny Mason)

Yeah, each diamond my— uh

Yeah, each diamond my pick like I'm minin' obsidian
Glitter refract in a path non-Euclidean
300 black out like Gideon
Brass out the semi, Marimba when kissing the street
Upholstery pickin’ all vintage the eames
Decompressin', T7, I'm resting my feet
Margiela, the replicas, less than a G
'Bout the best I could flex far as regular things
Cuban link custom, I'm stubborn, adjusting the CAD
350-plus for a pad, they won't even give me a mortgage
I made 750 in a month and a buck in the last
Put April in Louboutin, Karen staring
Manager Rolex shoppin' way in Paris
The heir apparent, when the fare for transit was financed by grants
I was scanning, planning
First time in Saks, I was scamming
My second time back, I was crammin' the bands in my pants
First time we linked, she was sparing
The second time we made ensnarements, prepared for the trends
At 15, I knew that by 25, I'd be a millionaire, never compare me to them
Mixin' the Creed, the Delphinus with Mind Game Vieri, I smell like black pepper and sin
Ancestors carried me in
My mother knew as much, the way she grew me up
My name should be an expletive
Heretics regret it, threw it up, the times they shooed me hush
To move without a weapon, death wish
I'm just being prudent, it would not behoove me
She's leaping off the bed, exorcism style, it’s not a movie
I'm inside her tubing and then I'm streaming live
Hit the stage, every person that I lost breathe alive
You should keep inside, 'fore you ever miss speak and then have to see the guys
Me and Z was seaside, piña colada
I could see a life grow beneath his eyes
He could be the livelihood or be a lie
Either way, he's still gon' be my guy

I remembered how to read a book
Forgot how to write a hook
At the typewriter with my sugar
She done made a fighter pilot out a crook
I remembered how to read a book
Forgot how to write a hook
At the typewriter with my sugar
She done made a fighter pilot out a crook

Yeah, deep in the den of the thieves
The balance of give and receive can slip into greed
I try to stay in the center, turn my mistakes into literature, sinners agree
Caught in the grip of a queen, I had to conquer the castle before I could leave
My cousin was cooking for fiends, they booked him before I could read
First time in Saks, I was scamming
Next time in Saks, I was scamming, but not by necessity
Ain't get no recipe handed
Ain't no one next to me, famish, I'm spending unhealthily
Twin got telepathy
Don't gotta send him a letter, he's spinning like Jeopardy
I'm lacking empathy
Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony
No crime, win if—
Currently coast-side, in the currents of Italy
Both eyes get immersed in the imagery
Bro died, but I'm certain he here with me
Predicting a cataclysm, .440 cals in the Sprinter
I did the dash on the label
Before I asked for a favor, I asked for an issue
Fuck the camaraderie, the negative side of me rotten
I feel like they out for me
I don't indulge in the fruit that they offer me
Well, they take offense and try offer me
The darkness adopted me, diamonds that shine in the mouth, it was a part of the prophecy
They would have seen me as Socrates without these locs and that Glock on me
I mirror the madness of men, I'm getting more cash then I spend
I'm spendin' more cash then you gettin'
You losin' value the more you compare me to them
Don't you ever compare me to them, they was under-prepared in the end
I was bred in the violence of poverty, I would die 'fore I feel it again

I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book
At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook
I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book
At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook
Hold up