[Verse 1]

Fly paintings, anonymous artists
Father your squadron with the science
Pardon my thoughts, I’m licking off
Zone I'm in is a no fly
The quality cats put out is garbage
Under the umbrella, lo-fi
I still Conan, uh, the water got turned into wine
Fucked around and caught a buzz from the communion
This a different selection
The music must bring it out of me
So I can exercise all my sinful confessions
Anomaly me, the great one to vibe onto the African chant
Rain dancing witch doctor, spit vodka at the fire
Convulsions of the body as I levitate
Waking up out my trance, extremely tired
Highеr wired off the ayahuasca
Czech Rеpublic with a side of Moscow
How the homies departure, J double a bb
AR-15’s lord, pine boxes trying to see me
The strain of weed I smoke will hurt your sperm
Hope every culture vulture burns
Cock riding when shit ain’t nothing but a ultra perm
Session was made for me to black
Fiends request me like they need a sack
Sometimes even send a [?] before they even see the pack
A product you can trust, Medallion is
From the Gold Rush, Renaissance Cold Crush
Break bread or fake dead
Gave y’all n***as game, now let me hold something
The old dusty gat is back to blow something
Let me roll something…