Vivian at the Art Basel (feat. Your Old Droog)

Life is hard no doubt
So there's a few things I'll make sure I do before I go out
Kiss my mom on the cheek
Because this one kid didn't get to make it home last week (rest in peace)
Then some girls got trampled
Then a cop killed a man just to make an example
So before I take a stroll to creep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

The wicked Devil's stricken souls
A lot of these rappers are disguised ball players and actors, pick and rolls
You're going to own a mansion, the rawest crib you've seen
Where TV screen come out the ceiling, that's a moving screen
Trying not to catch a charge
Smokin' in some restaurant garage with my entourage
Though the cost of me bein' a star is [?]
When I jet, I'ma get a month long marathon montage
Squad should call me sarge
Bunch of Extra P understudies, they want to be large
Want to drive these foreign cars, mean that literally
When I say they want to get out of Dodge, listen
Dear God, can I get a fresh pair of earpods
to bump this one joint by Y.O.D and the Flygod?
Throw it on my iPod, with ample gigabytes
First time we perform this at a gig they might
Lose their minds, start a mosh pit
Security will try to squash it
Touch a fan's hand, he'll never wash it
Only way you'll ever reach and that's boss ****
Cantankerous, the Anne Frank of this, live from Auschwitz
Memories makin' me nauseous
Dun made it out the harshest of hardships

Life is hard no doubt
So there's a few things I'll make sure I do before I go out
Kiss my mom on the cheek
Because this one kid didn't get to make it home last week (rest in peace)
Then some girls got trampled
Then a cop killed a man just to make an example
So before I take a stroll to creep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep

Aye yo
I'm lookin' like Vivian Blake
Fiend said he'd take it still wet, give me an eight
Don't compare me to no *****, ***** I'm me
Chefs had the apron on bakin' a key
I had to be [?]
Givenchy tote with the Rottweiler hair
FNH57 tucked in the black [?]
Red Balenciaga with the black strings
Gucci been dead since Tom Ford left
Still smell the blood on Giani's doorsteps
I hope they fade away, on my third gold bottle to take the pain away
Sell coke for a Cavalli coat
Residue on the black Pusha T's for steppin' on the ****
No Malice said pray for me
I got some little ****** that'll come spray him for me
Sip on the [?] 'bout to bust out on sunset
Bossa nova lunch, gave the brick a Cobra Clutch
Get you wacked for a [?]
All red Ozweegos, at the art basel, black Desert Eagle

Life is hard no doubt
So there's a few things I'll make sure I do before I go out
Kiss my mom on the cheek
Because this one kid didn't get to make it home last week (rest in peace)
Then some girls got trampled
Then a cop killed a man just to make an example
So before I take a stroll to [?]
I pray the Lord my soul to keep