My Life as a Don

[Intro] (Cally) (I'm in bad shape) I'm in bad shape (Who you think you are) Who you think I am? Uh [Verse 1] My life's good Man The rarest commodity But I'm really discontent Break it down by anatomy I got dead friends Birds of a feather I'm wearin' Mouton-Weasel Splittin' rare sea creatures As wisdom increases Pleasure decreases I spin gold or turn beats to modern-day Grecians I tried to please the critics But impressin' is a life sentence Whether middle-class or rich Kitten Them all for the beggin' Upgraded to vegan leather Demna want my direction Cultivate Then encrypt it inside synthetic weavings Don Juan enchant First Force core Baby's blood took with an itty-bitty vein core That July blood reeks like the wet iron of '94 My pops wasn't tryin' to play the back door no more My mother claimed self-hate in marabou mornin' robe This life of mine She put aside Do as thou wilt is for those who decide I never looked before divin' So don't tell me that it's trial [Chorus] Could it be my kind ways or good words sayin' why Do my life this blessed Paved road all mine The collateral damages off the shores of my life Try and do right and all But who d'you think you are? [Break] (Who d'you think you are?) (Who d'you think you are?) [Verse 2] Unknocked wood (Huh) Earthly mornings are mine No muzzy trope Uh-uh Caviar-stuffed langoustine upon a super yacht So basically The finest violent sea creatures sent my way Huf beats the Uzi I could toil naked brandishin' AKs How dare I abandon the pack While the dogs starve And I feast fast? I live a lie So God why? Do I rarely think upon the pain that's never ever far behind? My fealty to tellin' the truth makes the mirrors more painful than the stories I tell myself Got friends disappearin' in these modern times Stop callin' all these tragedies rare like