From the recording Le Banquet des Damnés
Lyrics
Verse:
He went from ramen with the roaches to rosé bottles in oceans
Now it’s chauffeured emotions, leather seats he soak in
Success can be corrosive when paranoia corroding
See the closer your associates, the colder be the motives
Diamonds glowing on his wrist, yet in his mind it feel like shoguns
What’s devotion but a dosage of betrayal left unspoken
The cost of opulence often means the cross is a covenant
Tailor cloth he coming in, wine is garnished with suffering
Loyalty is tested from the day love turn to punishment
Banquets full of wolves, toasting glasses with the bluntest grins
Glory feels hollow when you forced to sit and count the wins
A product of the bludgeoning, his arrogance needs humbling
His crew start second-guessing, “Why the boss don’t trust the circle??
We bled beside him in struggle, built this marble from the purple.”
He’d murmur in rehearsals, “Y’all ain’t family, y’all commercial.”
Said their silence held a static, heard betrayals in the verbal
His paranoia fertile, he been planting seeds of doubt
Pulling captains off assignments just to watch how they reroute
Switching phones with different numbers tryna see who leaks it out
Dropping crumbs of false directives, tracking rumors when they sprout
Trusting generals with deposits at midnight, checks accounts
Got partners exchanging looks, their patience wearing thin and brittle
“He forgot who built the fortress when pockets ain’t see residuals.”
One capo lit a cigar, “This empire feels belittled
If suspicion is the mortar, the foundation done been crippled.”
Eyes is bugged out, cocaine sniffles, Range Rover hiding the pistols
Called a meeting with the soldiers, the new plug from Manitoba
In the school of hard knocks you moving weight to earn diplomas
Respect don’t need performance, you can smell when honor’s over
“Now you act like kings in castles, I see jesters in a toga.”
The lieutenants hold composure, undeserving of being scolded
One soldier shifted posture, tryna mask the fact he noticed
Another cleared his throat, hid the tremor in his focus
“A man can die from trust before the trigger’s even loaded
It’s the hand behind the offer that be the most devoted.”
You could smell deceit ferment beneath the oak and bourbon potion
He rose up from the table slow, his tone became more stoic
“Y’all salute me like I’m Caesar, but I know how Brutus folded.”
He built gods from broken men, now ghosts inherit his coordinates
Serpents waiting in the lobby seeking vengeance for the tormented
The doorman waved em forward when the target’s unprotected
Tonight’s moonlight through curtains paints a requiem in porcelain
A silhouette emerging with the weapon they extorting with
One shot splits the crystal where the red merlot was pouring in
Boss falls across the banquet, realize it’s his own subordinate
Portraits on the wall watching visions of the unfortunate
Each shot an echo of the night he thought he’d fortified his kin
His gun jammed, the shun laugh this the demise of him
The chandelier kept swaying like heavens was tryna write for him
The marble caught his blood like art divine yet a violent hymn
Luxury and death aligned, the price of pride ignites the sins