Nicers

[Verse 1 – Cise Star] Slick body cools, move gravel on the side Grind nine to five as if some petty crime Stop on the time and flip lemons and limes Stay fresh to the death and steps into the CYNE Tastes like water, you is heavenly father Never lost my hair so never needing a barber The wall can't stop me, baby, so why bother? So bust Hollywood, I'll move to Valhalla Crazy, amazing, still life's a painting Picasso a fossil, Michelangelo save me Pain all around. My God, the gods crazy Zeus ran the juice with shock, but Pac's angry Oh did he hold it? Watch and wonder shows it He more like Thor with whores and through the motions [Hook x2 – Akin & Cise Star] Yes I sip PBR in the mornings Tanqueray and juices makes the truth flawless Grey like goose, I'm loose so beg pardon Everyday's Saturday He's out of the office! [Verse 2 – Akin] Night life like Anime. Do the Bartman Raddest shit, baddest shit—ask Cartman Nutty as Cudi, right? For dead presidents, I pledge no allegiance Meaning? I'm now a resident It's sick with the liquid ink, son of a linguist Way too cunning for y'all, I'll extinguish Petty flame, everything, find the pop shit It must be illusion so grand, it's microscopic Rep West Africa—home to many prophets Courts with big dicks prescribe plain logic Home of the wisest, Pulitzer's for prizes Did he come fuck with that? I'll advise you Lowlifes to roll like some broke-ass socialites Party over here. Haha, it's all right Fucka! [Hook x2 – Akin & Cise Star] Yes I sip PBR in the mornings Tanqueray and juices makes the truth flawless Grey like goose, I'm loose so beg pardon Everyday's Saturday He's out of the office! [Verse 3 – Cise Star] Yes, baby, I'm matching. I'm so polo classic Like Johnny Walker with his Walkman blasting Dianetics, so my engrams are better Bordello especial—we relapse together So, yes, with double fist. Don't go ask me for shit ‘Cause everything you get, you gotta work hard for it In my Solo Cup, mix the shit that's luscious Got a direct hit on your battleship Damn, he a phantom, so Cobra Commander He drunk as a skunk, Bacardi, yo, in the Fanta Look at him dancing, get at me honey Haha, I'm such a Casanova