Typewriter (feat. Kenny Mason)

Mavi

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    Yeah, each diamond my— uh

    Yeah, each diamond my pick like I'm minin' obsidian
    Glitter refract in a path non-Euclidean
    300 black out like Gideon
    Brass out the semi, Marimba when kissing the street
    Upholstery pickin’ all vintage the eames
    Decompressin', T7, I'm resting my feet
    Margiela, the replicas, less than a G
    'Bout the best I could flex far as regular things
    Cuban link custom, I'm stubborn, adjusting the CAD
    350-plus for a pad, they won't even give me a mortgage
    I made 750 in a month and a buck in the last
    Put April in Louboutin, Karen staring
    Manager Rolex shoppin' way in Paris
    The heir apparent, when the fare for transit was financed by grants
    I was scanning, planning
    First time in Saks, I was scamming
    My second time back, I was crammin' the bands in my pants
    First time we linked, she was sparing
    The second time we made ensnarements, prepared for the trends
    At 15, I knew that by 25, I'd be a millionaire, never compare me to them
    Mixin' the Creed, the Delphinus with Mind Game Vieri, I smell like black pepper and sin
    Ancestors carried me in
    My mother knew as much, the way she grew me up
    My name should be an expletive
    Heretics regret it, threw it up, the times they shooed me hush
    To move without a weapon, death wish
    I'm just being prudent, it would not behoove me
    She's leaping off the bed, exorcism style, it’s not a movie
    I'm inside her tubing and then I'm streaming live
    Hit the stage, every person that I lost breathe alive
    You should keep inside, 'fore you ever miss speak and then have to see the guys
    Me and Z was seaside, piña colada
    I could see a life grow beneath his eyes
    He could be the livelihood or be a lie
    Either way, he's still gon' be my guy

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    I remembered how to read a book
    Forgot how to write a hook
    At the typewriter with my sugar
    She done made a fighter pilot out a crook
    I remembered how to read a book
    Forgot how to write a hook
    At the typewriter with my sugar
    She done made a fighter pilot out a crook

    Yeah, deep in the den of the thieves
    The balance of give and receive can slip into greed
    I try to stay in the center, turn my mistakes into literature, sinners agree
    Caught in the grip of a queen, I had to conquer the castle before I could leave
    My cousin was cooking for fiends, they booked him before I could read
    First time in Saks, I was scamming
    Next time in Saks, I was scamming, but not by necessity
    Ain't get no recipe handed
    Ain't no one next to me, famish, I'm spending unhealthily
    Twin got telepathy
    Don't gotta send him a letter, he's spinning like Jeopardy
    I'm lacking empathy
    Oh, how romantic, the sound of a murderous symphony
    No crime, win if—
    Currently coast-side, in the currents of Italy
    Both eyes get immersed in the imagery
    Bro died, but I'm certain he here with me
    Predicting a cataclysm, .440 cals in the Sprinter
    I did the dash on the label
    Before I asked for a favor, I asked for an issue
    Fuck the camaraderie, the negative side of me rotten
    I feel like they out for me
    I don't indulge in the fruit that they offer me
    Well, they take offense and try offer me
    The darkness adopted me, diamonds that shine in the mouth, it was a part of the prophecy
    They would have seen me as Socrates without these locs and that Glock on me
    I mirror the madness of men, I'm getting more cash then I spend
    I'm spendin' more cash then you gettin'
    You losin' value the more you compare me to them
    Don't you ever compare me to them, they was under-prepared in the end
    I was bred in the violence of poverty, I would die 'fore I feel it again

    I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book
    At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook
    I remember how to be a crook, forgot how to read a book
    At the mic talking to my granny, I know she in heaven listening to the hook
    Hold up

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