8AM in Charlotte

Alright, Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold me So, umm, it's the same story So, the goat was running away from the other mon- From the other monsters, and, and the other animals And, um, a flower blocking the way Um, so, the flower's on fire The racing car was maybe helping the goat And there was this, um, some stairs, who's like a jail stairs And there was, and there was, um One person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trap Okay, so it's almost like a little story? Yes And what is SBW? So, i-it's not a word, but I just wanted to write SBW Okay, you like those letters? Si And what, and-and Daddy's name is next to the goat, does that mean that he's the G.O.A.T.? Yes, so it's Daddy Goat Daddy Goat? Yeah That makes perfect sense to me And do you wanna, do you wanna talk about how much How much money you got for your beautiful drawing? Oh, please (Conductor) Yeah I'm out here on the road You can hear it in the voice Still get this shit off, though Look The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?" I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals The restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn Hill I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel 'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance That October sky is lookin' ominous The money is autonomous Shout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck? Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like This shit just too enticing right now, you know? Look Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass Metal detectors beepin', and security bypass The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance You tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'Cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesis I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it Like, don't even worry about it, like You can get me back whenever, or Or don't, you know? It is what it is, I guess Yeah, hm Look You young boys take some of that money and set it aside Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime You niggas obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibe Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guy I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five Ayy, niggas lyin' for a living, I couldn't relate We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face That's why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe Thank God, another USB to put in the safe Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake I swear that y'all turning me into the villain, I couldn't escape Not sayin that I'm the best at what I do I'm just saying that it's me versus whoever wanna lose Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got two 2's for new crews R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo You probably heard a lot about the boy, well, true-true, haha Yeah (Be grateful, that he was there)