St. Lucia

(álbum: Free Your Mind - 2020)

Juking, blues like St. Lucia
Crews they ain't used to
Got moves like King Kunta
Go dumb man, I need tutor
Click up and we drink coola
I came for the king ruler
Your strings man they need tune up
My boo she can read future
Patting my pockets before the TSA
Weighing my options, I think I need to stay
Just a little longer baby, I need them thangs
All up on my line like CIA
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Freedom rings, miss your call (brrt, brrt)
Thugging on top of the underworld
Is you gonna run when that thunder roars?
Got me one, I think I need a hundred more

Took a jab at my insides
I'm flooding my gills
Stacking up with that simp life
And it's fuck how you feel
Pulling up with no invite
We up in the hills
Man this shit isn't real life
Na this shit isn't real

Let's get this money mane
I need my ones in change
I hit the blunt like it's Cool Runnings and cough up a flame
Got some designer things
But it ain't all they say
I'd rather be down in the tropics on a sunny day
Look in my eyes
No cataract vision
I took me a sip and I conjured this feeling
I'm gonna stack up on my ops
Look how I'm tricking
Millennial pimping
Like baby I'm bad, it's a sign of the times
Look at the ceiling, I don't see a limit
A trip to the island to settle my mind
Oh what a feeling, I'm making a killing
I hop on a jet, I sit back and recline
Wave your hands from the side to the side
Hate or love mothafucka you decide, yeah
Oh my, me and Dom going wild
No L's, keep them 1's to the Ja!

Took a jab at my insides
I'm floodin my gills
Stacking up with that simp life
And it's fuck how you feel
Pulling up with no invite
We up in the hills
Man this shit isn't real life
Na this shit isn't real