Poetry Night

[Verse 1]

How do you do? It's the don of the function

Slick as a snake, look at them Harvard commencements

Cold world, bare bones, but the blessings abundant

Peep the gold nugget sittin' deep in my stomach

Brr, bust out the wallet, spin like a pirouette

The rhyme as solid as a kilo on Rozay’s neck

Knock it out the park—before the bat touched, I was callin' it

Three-point play, off the Euro step, I’m drawin’ it

Everything slammin' like it's Poetry Night

It's colder than an icicle chillin’ in Sprite

Lookin' like I’m ready for them Grecian lights

It's greener than a jersey when they callin’ it night

But when you play your cards right, it's outta sight

What’s the price of paradise? Take a hike

You couldn’t pay me to talk twice

This ain’t the end of my night, just the end of my flight

Just pulled up in Miami, I was on the red-eye

Big goals, tight family, little weight on the side

All the madness around me, never outta my mind

'Cause they see how I’m snappin’ and thinkin’ it’s all fine

In the wrong places, some search for signs

Cigarettes and lost time, both pay the fines

I ain't perfect—neither are you—so we tryin’

It’s just some different situations I got on my mind

 

[Verse 2]

Once again, look who crept in

Put your best foot forward, step in

Treat that, like a delicatessen

Not impressed with a .22 Smith & Wesson

Do the long math, peep what I’m investin’

Aye, who really want it? Let’s play

Nothin’ ain't changed, 'cept the price of the A

I do my thing, don’t care what you say

Make 'em sing, you’d think I’m Jay

'Cause I was tryna get a 7 to a 10

Now I’m 'bout to drop a million on a crib

Started from the bottom, they ain’t even know we here

Told 'em I was gonna make it, they ain't let me in

I was just layin’ low, stayin’ elusive

But I was born to do it, that’s an act of hubris

I had to laugh, “Ha-ha,” like the last of Kubrick

For the paper, I’d go and crash the Rubik’s

Act foolish, didn’t need to pass the rubric

If you don’t know by now, I can’t even

Tryna fit me in a box? That’s a broken-even

Where’s your receipt? Need to see it

That you made that, homie, where’s your receipt?

This the third verse in the verse, it’s a three-peat

Fried chicken in a box with the three-piece

I’ll give you my number when the fee’s cheap

I can see it comin’ from the free-throw

I was number two in the draft, now I’m number one

Tell me, what would you do if it was you?

If it was you?

 

[Verse 3]

Don't mean to interfere, but the floor's wet over here

So watch your step when you walkin' past, try not to slip on all the cash

The lean green cash money, millions, lightin' up like Cash Money's ceiling