Exotic (Interlude) - Mastad0n

Countersuit against the restaurant dude Accusing you of everything you never did do Some people find it easier to dish it out to others Than eat it themselves and pay for their mothers Put up your dukes and always try to tell the truth Dressing up a lie in white don't make it right Don't ask why you gotta eat a humble pie Just be a good sport and an upright guy The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass Damage control, is your heart getting cold Kneeling at the altar trying-a sell out your soul Saturday women and a forty-dollar steak Sunday morning singing high praise Proving that you're no more than a paperback kid Wearing on your collar that fraternity bid But counting a keg stand don't make you a real man Looking in hindsight, you'll understand The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve But you fail or you pass The Golden Rule, the king of the fools Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas Living like you're graded on a curve

Extravagant Hendrix Switch hands like lil' pitcher Super astronomical Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go" Then lookin' like the baddest bitch in my videos I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose Speekin' of modellin', you look marvelous Hit your girl up and tell' em that you're all iced up (iced up) I try my best to put my ego first, I'd need to stop it Keep it real, you lookin' exotic, no Three rings on my left, I feel like King James They see the way we represent, they see the way we get it You can't be never slippin', you gotta show you're different I came through and took all they bitches with me Nigga I get all the way faded, I can't get tipsy I'm eating something, start busting and rushing on a daily basis, I'm guilty Let this champagne start flowin', drink it up 'til it's empty Got this V.I.P. section burnin' like a chimney We ain't gotta emphasize nobody, we done bought the building Let's go zip out to Australia, we can go to Switzerland We got a chauffeur and a translator for it, he don't speak English Sometimes when you speak from your soul it sound like you singing Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go" Then lookin' like the baddest bitch in my videos I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose Speaking' of modellin', you look marvelous Hit your girl up and tell' em that you're all iced up (iced up) I try my best to put my ego first, I'd need to stop it Keep it real, you lookin' exotic, no Gotta put a whole lot of kush into my lungs I put a whole lot of work and I just begun And when that green money on the turf, it's their call Gotta put that steel under my shirt and do it large Fuck the cops, she gon' ride you like my dog Chinchilla, I put it on and let it fall Gorilla, let it drag on the floor I forgot to get the money, lay low We take shoppin' sprees, I can bring the store to me I don't get top money, please, bitch I'm out they league Raf Simons, Rick Owens, cost 200 G's Cash out mad G's, bustin' down AP's Hand made one of one Riccardo Tisci Crystal diamonds on my sleeves, L-O-V-E Changed the whips about a week, yes I do agree Louis V on my carry-on, yes indeed Have to pay for it tonight as you charge a fee Order the PJ at one, we land tomorrow at three Steak and shrimps, caviar for seven days Let's flick it up for my dawgs in the cage Peel you off a couple bands, girl like "Here you go" Then lookin' like the baddest bitch in my videos I wanna take you out to Paris and buy you better clothes White Phantom, white Phantom or the white rose Speekin' of modellin', you look marvelous Hit your girl up and tell' em that you're all iced up (iced up) I try my best to put my ego first, I'd need to stop it Keep it real, you lookin' exotic, no I'ma keep it real with you! Lookin' exotic Got a half mil' on me I'm 'boutta to recount it now

Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers I'm in the Smoky Mountains sipping Par Probably gone pull up on Dolly Parton I be stepping on shit like I got a pardon And we smoking exotic, nobody farting Niggas run them pockets when I walk in the room Lot of guns, you can choose your doom Never sleeping, when you snooze you lose These bags on my eyes are Jimmy Choo Hit up your girl to help me bust a P down I'm selling bandana when I'm out in C-Town She hop in the panoramic and get beat down I trapped in your hood for hours, I made three rounds Buy it for one and I sell it for two Only me and boo, no more room in the coupe She be sipping that shit out of me like it's soup And I took that boy shit, now he gotta recoup Never doubt, I've never been in a drought Keep it coming in and getting it out Twenties, fifties, hundreds any amount Run my money, bitch stop running your mouth If you ain't a hustler, then we can not relate Money in the bank and we got racks in the safe Paper on the floor, I gotta get me a rake They want more and more, I gotta raise up the rate Hey Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers My brodie, my grodie, my nigga my homie He got taxed for that Act so we're pouring it slowly I'm unlocking my bully, I'm 'bout to go Broly And we prey on the opps so we leaving 'em holy I'm driving that Honda like I'm selling mid He thought all that talking was slick so we slid You're trying to get high while I'm trying to get rich I built a house with all these muhfuckin' bricks Don't call me by my government, call me Masta My music meant for all the trappers and bastards Trying to find out their place in the world like a travel agent Start a change, but they're ending it faster I told them young niggas stop playing with guns Red tips in the drum, this shit ain't for fun I'm unloading this bitch, I won't stop 'til it's done Had to foreign the whip, drop the top in the sun Hellcat the highway to heaven Size 17, boy I really be stepping Crush up your fingers so fuck who you're repping And I'm from Jackson where you need a weapon Nigga free SK know we go EBK Said that shit to his face since he didn't behave Heard he spoke on my name, tell me what did he say? Imma pull up and see for myself, I can't wait We still upping the rate Channel three murder scene, got him Don't speak on that shit 'less we know that you shot him We come from the mud, but can't stay at the bottom So I came to develop and grow like a garden But I'm pulling up if you speaking on my dearly departed Leave they name out your mouth, take my word I won't start it Heard the opps celebrated, we shot up the party And I'm living too gnarly Man, my uncle told me break a leg if I jump with the streets They want action let it be what it be Gotta get it, I ain't living for free Lot of hundreds that we all want to see (Niggas gone take some) They may yellow tape you Depending on how you giving up the paper My people shooting like they play for the Lakers We riding around with that K for the capers