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Barragán Lighting
Larry June, The Alchemist, Joey Bada$$, Curren$y
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Uh
Damn
Man, what up, Al?
We in Maine eatin' lobster, and it's fresh off the dock (sure)
I'm like cocaine fresh out the pot, hold on, let that dry (uh)
Y'all too worried 'bout bein' validated, my nigga (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I just made another play and pulled off on the yacht
I'm headin' to Spain, everything was a Éxito
So after this, I'm boardin' the plane (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm high off life, I'm takin' international flights
I like that, then I'm coppin' it twice
I'm in the bag countin' somethin' precise (uh)
I get a load, then I'm wrappin' it right
Tuck spot with the Barragán light
I spent thousands on different collages
Street smart, I ain't make it to college
Like the mafia, I'm movin' in silence
Saint-Tropez, I'm checkin' my pocket
Daytona clock in at the dock, trackin' these boxes, uh (uh)
Out-foxin' the devil, I'm on another level
Forty-deuce bezel got me on a higher echelon
This a slight flex, if I stretch the arm, ring the alarm
I don't mean no harm, kiss the ring and bless the Don
Microphone in my hand, like a napalm in my palm
If you put me in a jam, turn this bitch to Vietnam
Catch me under palm trees, chillin' somewhere in San Juan
With a bad jawn on my arm, fallin' victim to my charm
Must have heard I'm ballin' like Olajuwon
Like the richest man in Babylon, haters babble on
They don't love you 'til you dead and gone, then it's said and done
Word is bond, so I keep it movin', gotta carry on
Real relaxed, hunnid rack stashed in the carry-on
First class with the champagne glass, I'm sittin' calm
Pray to God I travel long and I make it home
Born alone, die alone, but I can never say I did this all on my own
The helicopter landin' on the ranch woke me up
Hella loud, startlin' my cows, all my livestock
Rollin' my power, Versace to my socks
This room like a quilt: comfy, cozy pillow top (cozy pillow top)
I ain't so soft though, don't get it twisted, bro
It's killers out, colors go after kin when it's in the drought (when it's in the drought)
Super sad, cheer myself up, I bought an S-Class
Hardtop and a rag, yeah, bitch, I'm that man (bitch, I'm that man)
Park it with the others, I touch it one day, I'm sure I love it (I bet)
'98 Defender, Land Rover Discover
My discography could buy all of it (all of it)
Autobiography, one cold motherfucker
Don't come close, don't touch it
(Don't come close, don't touch it, I know what's best, my brother)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy