Coup D’Etat

[Intro] Lotta skill and no luck Yeah [Verse 1] I'm yelling at the universe to hurry up and open Maybe God ain't chose me first but best believe I'm chosen And even with my loans and my bones feeling broken I'm dancing on the throne, blowing kush feeling golden 'Cause I'm living in the future, f**k this present day shit Present time is past time so present is too late bitch I'll be on my spaceship, crumbling these craters down Drop a couple meteors and watch 'em take the haters down I'm just tryna save the town, matter fact the galaxy Paint a couple memories and hang them in the gallery F**k you if you're mad at me, I'm just living young God Liquor in my cup and some swishers in my lungs City slicker in my blood, Corleone state of mind Made the universe an offer that it can't refuse So I'm 'bout to blow up Shock the world and take it then go back into the basement My team will say "We made it" 'til we grow up [Verse 2] Lotta skill and no luck You can keep the glitz, just mail me my award I'll do speeches from the Ritz Singing sweet songs and melody Marley ain't no felony Go and find the bird birds in the streets like Sesame Yeah, I'm about to eat 'cause Russell's got the recipe Put your plate down if you ain't down But if you're next to me Grab a fork and let the feast begin, this is destiny I'm about to let the beat within start directing me [Outro] Yeah