Paint - AZ

Word up right?

I, I just be on some chill shit man

I ain’t even

You can’t be studying all that sucker shit man

I Jus-, just living life you know I mean

Peep the graph

Fix it’s handcrafted gem into classics

This rap shit keeps fans attracted

The black Ben Affleck

Fuck shades and fancy jackets

Just, jeans and J’s the hat be backwards

Came from clapping back

Just to rapping immaculate

I happen to have it the Mannerism

Passion to magic

My fabric authentic

More centric

War vintage chic

Shit been deep since my entrance

And than a sentence poetry erupts

With no incentive, shoulder, greez or lust

Flow relentless, overseas or must

To manifest my presence

The last of the legends

Signs are seven

My mind define heaven

My rhyme’s a

My shines times eleven

Crime spreadin'

The poor they want more

Or they want war

You they Honchos

Blunt store, Tobacco stores

Of course the boss wants more

No back and forth with

I’m lost

Big boys want them big toys

Want that big money

Why won’t we live comfy

(Haha) Your jewels is all chunky

(Ha) I’m a Hip-Hop junkie

Niggas can’t take it from me

Can’t give it

This is how I live it

Fuck on it!