Kenwood Speakers

Yeah, I'm leaving tomorrow but I got time today

Aftermarket speakers in a Saturn

Beater but they can't catch him

Binoculars to they peepers, wiretap sound like Buju Banton

Firetrap if the only exit where I'm standing

Cold Lampin'

Bed Stuy, got one eye on them guys

The other on a crumbling mansion

If it's gon' get gentrified, I'm not tryna leave empty-handed

Blue-eyed white walkers in King's Landing

The way I'm running, should be kissing babies and glad-handing

I'm running route trees and patterns

I'm walking in the streets 'cause the rats is madness

Veneers on the teeth like, "Nigga, we made it"

Wreathed in gas, I'm a carburetor

Every time things going good or having a laugh

Have to remember God's a hater

Crocodile Tears for ten years plus, don't do me no favors

Dinner party with the neighbors

Their apartments renovated

Skate wings, brown butter and capers

Sprigs of thyme

Heavy pours of natural wine

I turn the music up incrementally and told mischievous lies

I whispered in the host's ear all night

I hear they found him in the morning

Hose run from the exhaust pipe