[Intro]
Yo i heard this n***a Jaz 'bout to put champagne in the glasses and clink it up, you feel me?
That's just what i heard
I think there's no ice though

[Verse]
Still ascending, cash dispensing
Fuck your revenue and your reverend
Fuck your reference, fuck out my presence
Under preference
Young God but my prophet still
Young God on that prodegal
Elevated no pedestal, my LP gets better sales
My hoodies get better sales
That's excess, you don't know the smell
Rep the set but you don't know it still
I can turn spit into gold
47 shots ain't missing you
I'm the prince of darkness
Indigo, leave my prints everywhere I'm standing
When my queen spark me up it's balance
Queue after queue, in the view
Rolling down the street, sipping gin and juice
Like it's '92, born in '93
I'm the only n***a that's ahead of me
It all started when i hit the weed