We Don't Stay At The Luxor

(album: Fine Art - 2021)

Beats by Choc

I keep water around me like I'm sitting in the reservoir
I trained my metaphysics off of spitting metaphors
The presidential suite like I was a senator
Got all these people here and we ain't holding seminars
I'm the spitting image of how you could win
At being your authentic self, this ain't for nobody else
Man, they tried to shelf me, but it's still going off the shelf
Made my own clothes too, ain't out here buying Louie belts
But I spent some racks on the Dior shades
Went from dodging DEAs to the BOA, I'm stacking Frito-Lays
Stay up out my way with your CO ways
If you know what's best for ya and you wanna see more days, yeah

We don't stay off at the Luxor, bitch, please
When this come out, I'll be staying in the Wynn suite
They saying that he kinda tall, but don't say if that
Motherfucker try to play with me, I'll leave him six feet
Yeah, I need a chef out in Italy
For every bridge that I burned 'cause it's bittersweet
Yeah, some of the homies got the guillotine
But you can't be a kid and stay with this guerilla team

If I die, make sure the funeral is only fam
I don't need these fake friends acting like I was they man
Dropping fake tears, told them pussies, "Save it for the gram"
You wouldn't ride on my enemies
And that's the type of energy I need for my inner circle
Hit you with shells like the ninja turtles
Ain't a hurdle that I wouldn't jump for them
They called me about the drama
I ain't ask about the problems, homie, what's the plan?
The car name was European
He sent them shots, ain't respond but we gonna see him
I would've had a box suite at the Colosseum
Just spent your salary at the casino, yeah, that's what I call my per diem
To my dogs out there, free 'em, I'm tryna raise the ceiling
Tryna up the stakes, not kill nobody, but still make a killing
I'm a hard worker, pussy, I ain't with the big chilling
I'll chill when I'm dead, I win, I make a billion, yeah

We don't stay off at the Luxor, bitch, please
When this come out, I'll be staying in the Wynn suite
They saying that he kinda tall, but don't say if that
Motherfucker try to play with me, I'll leave him six feet
Yeah, I need a chef out in Italy
For every bridge that I burned 'cause it's bittersweet
Yeah, some of the homies got the guillotine
But you can't be a kid and stay with this guerilla team