Just got off the jet, my Louis luggage in limbo I’m waiting for final judgement, I patiently stand akimbo My teeth are covered in carats, my body covered in symbols My fingers covered in fetti, I count up using a thimble I found a viable path, digits looking prodigious A lot of warmth from my fans, I remember when shit was frigid I been chasing big chicken, Jason Kidd vision, run the break Making good decisions minus hundreds on these wagyu steaks Connoisseur A5, the marble score should tell you it ain’t from stateside, kinda like this Cuban on my collarbone Solid Chrome Hearts mock turtle so it layer with the chain Keep it high, keep it tight, keep it player I can’t get no stains on this Saint Laurent I been out the way, so I can’t respond I can’t feel no pain when the Sun is out I prefer to wait till the Sun is gone I can’t get no stains on this Saint Laurent I been out the way, so I can’t respond I can’t feel no pain when the Sun is out I prefer to wait till the Sun is gone