From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Chrome lip polish, tires singing over potholes
Wrist flick is modest, swear this timepiece got soul
Money ain’t my idol but survival it got tolls
We raised off the white owls e&j and dominoes
No saint, I’m a realist with elegant habits
Used to dream of marble floors, now we stepping on classics
Black tint, matte whip that’s aesthetic and magic
Still the same inner savage, just perfected my tactics
Sunset over corner stores, oranges and violets
Still hear the shots echoes from them summers that turn violent
I learned peace sound like engines when they idling surprising
Freedom’s in the silence means theres power in the kindness
Whole team leveled up, pain tailored our etiquette
Broke bread with the negligent the hunger was benevolent
Leather seat confessions our hustle sets the precedence
We manifest in motion what they labeled as impediments
Verse 2:
Had to learn that success don’t equate to serenity
Money bought respect but it taxed the identity
I seen homies lose they soul for a moment of empathy
Now I measure wealth by who’s next to remember me
Marigolds and motor oil, balancing what’s holy
Risk wrapped in the glory conversation with the old me
Used to pray to get rich, now we praying for the homies
Sunlight painting rims gold, reflections telling stories
See the kids playing tag by the murals of the ghosts
Smell the barbecue smoke, hear the laughter and hopes
Every crack in the pavement shows a passage we wrote
From back alleys to ascension now the passion is growth
We were grime-made professors, mastered time under pressure
Even broke days taught us lessons about divine architecture
We was either on a quest or hitting licks to get the treasure
It's important to reflect cause they say nothing last forever
Verse 3:
Skateboards and spinners, rooftops hum the cadence
Dice rolls, lemonade, sun shine as the fragrance
We pass down formulas respect loyalty patience
Every kid a prodigy in the grand arrangement
Amazing how they move, eyes wide, futures blazing
Shorties chase the bag, guided by intuition
Every scar they been shown is a symbol of resistance
Crafting their existence profit in precision
Go to sleep and do it again youngings learn by repetition
Point like uncle sam when fancy cars come whipping
Bass boom in low rides, shorties mimicking the drive
Old heads chuckle then remind em to survive
Maximize your time and soon the riches will arrive
The hubris the blueprint to embody what you ride for
Embracing that the knowledge is you grinding to provide more
How could you ever love this if it’s not something you’d die for