this has been posted a million times probably but that verse...
the imagery
The ghosts of gangsters dance
Chinchillas shake on the hanger, the force of this banger
Yeah, my language advance, my cadence amazin'
The voice triggers somethin'
What is this conundrum?
The clouds scurry, your spirit rumble, a boyish smile
Still puff the loud, it's nothin' less than a quarter pound
Savage narrative, every verse that I write bursts light
Brings awareness to my personal life
After my morning walk, Havana cigar, the ganja spark
See my doctor more, sweatin' the sauna or the spa
Spendin' fifty large at the Bellagio
Spent twenty on a bad bytch I hardly know
New girl every night, two girls was every other night
Sexual addiction, gangster tradition
They wanna fukk me, have me under they belt, slightly offended
Yeah, that's how I felt, that's how it ended
I'm just good at existin', existed in my truth
As long as I enjoy the fruit, yeah