KAWS SCULPTURES IN THE CRIB

[Intro: al.divino]
Yeah
Ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino]
KAWS Sculptures in the crib (Money!)
Hours later, she still feel it in her ribs
Ain't no frontin' over here, Lord, we get it how we live
Stomach was empty like my fridge
Took his work, and then split his wig (Bloaw-bloaw-bloaw!)
Blisted sights of a twig
We don't play by the rules 'cause this industry gets rigged
Rappin' softer than a Fig Newton (Haha!)
SIG shootin' out the Civic, kid, we live ruthless
Fuck a bid, my lawyer rock the yarmulke (Good!)
Leave your face scared like Yamcha bruh
Respect my mind a couple before I put your head right through your monitor
Give a fuck if you popular, I'ma pop you
After Mach, me and Fahim are the top two (Aha)
Got jewels like Rick the Ruler, trips to Aruba (Nah!)
My clique maneuver different, flip you once I pick a shooter (Brrt!)

[Interlude: Daniel Son & al.divino]
This be the Brown Bag Money shit (One)
This be that Brown Bag

[Verse 2: Daniel Son]
Yo, I be tryna weigh a heavy stash
Call me when the check gets cashed
Just handle with care, this be the precious glass
I used to skip school
Except for chemist class
Tryna dodge the Devil's maths
Study the quad system, no tennis match (See ya)
Young Pete Sampras in his prime
I sip the Heineken, my girl poured a vintage wine (How much?)
There's a place for the peace, Lord, the sinner's time (Peace, Lord)
Cuzzy' gunners try to catch you by the finish line (Bow-bow, bow-bow-bow)
The only time I let the cake change me is when you ain't pay me
Circle through, you see me on your ass lately
More flavor than the oxtail, play gravy
Old heads tellin' crime stories from the late '80s (Oh, for real?)
They tell me, "Son, it's all factual" (Son)
All the checks they caught through is casual (Ching)
I put the money up front, it's all capital (Of course)
Heard your girl' pussy smell like salt mackerel (Ya)