Here's the syntax
Vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Been tax, been taxed, miss minimal brim smacks
Piss venom and gift gem n' them pen pads
It's so I can spell it for you love
It's for the tension in the torso, for the dust cents in the dubs
For the bus barcode and the cargo in the the cut
For where the car going we getting money, money what up
I'm shaking off the doozies because nothing forsaken
I quit shaking fucker's hands because nothing is sacred
I play the box shaven, stash the cash in the fox basement
Pacing back and forth, 4th favor's amazement
Asking for handouts, hand out of my pants
Pandemics, damned gambits, Palmolive in pans
I'm cooking, manifesting plans, for when my mans in a jam
You Uncle Sam, I tax your stan for a gram, because I can
Switch it up. Dark chocolate peanut butter cups, ate from her A cup
Sea salt caramels be her favorite
This for Dayshawn's shape up
Day-Day, one day I'll see you again
So keep it straight up. You're my brother
I pitched flowers for a means for my mothers
Piece pawn's ponzi schemes because karma's a bitch in Palms Springs
Alarm was set so closed to dreams
I slept walked through college, polished dollars
Oliver twisted scholars and fiends
Olives in a bowl of olive oil pressed by machines
I wrote this all on a wooden stool as fucking king
Between 37th street and shards of sharp cheese
I made a martyr believe in a cat they can not be
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Reinterpret allegories with a pre-roll
Keys open doors -ear hustlin' in the peephole
I never seen hope - just know what the dream know
Made a couple fiends from gringos off the singles
Life speed moving at the sound of the zero's
I do the 1- binary inside the steeple
My mind burying my ego
Gotta coincide with the demons while I'm watering my people
I'm bout growth through the weeds role
Strong as the trunk of the trees-in the tree smoke
Yall gotta married to the game but you eloped
I'm ten toes-movin' through the sequence and achieve goals
Everything's a system if you see codes
I'ma make it glitch until I reach gold
This world will press you if you didn't know
Pressurized I became a diamond when it took a toll
Play with your life the dice shook and roll
Reapers at your back door - negus with that pole
This is God in the movement of man you too slow
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks
Here's the syntax, vocational criminals move ten stacks
Above pictures of my great grandmother held by tin tacks