I have a man, yeah, poet,
politician, player when necessary
This is AZ, I'm your host for the evening
It's magic hour, I be gone do this
No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you bastards,
dirty crayon on the pinky
movements like the hands in graffiti
Oaths galore, goals go close galore
Take paper till they close the door
Either all corner hustle or hustle on tour
I've seen it all, nothing left
And it's sex, it's fantaism, flow,
Can't change them courts,
can't arrange them in sports
Titanium courts, Iranian talk,
fought the banger to fort
Torch, en tangle your thoughts,
scorch, sustain if you're short
So of course, just to chill and compensate
Neal and Salama late, millions
Illin' from out the gate, get it right
My feelings is not a weight
Ducati bike, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real
I move like I'm on some shit
Cause once guns is drawn, that's it
The beef's a wrap, the game is done
We leave, but yet we smack
He's back, nigga, one, one
Yeah, chairman of the board, man
Black leader, the Mekadon
El Presidente, ladies and gentlemen
All I do is bring the life to
The moment I came, under my umbrella
is the ship leavin' the port
you can't be serious, baby
It's a sport, gotta make my rounds
Steppin' outta both sides
And mix all this checkmate
I can see it all bubbling,
and I'ma give you the plug
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time,
fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night,
You taking an air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
me and son peeking together
Can't feel it's the real deal
or let the meatballs meet the beretta
Smelling like fresh cut leather,
odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtains drawn to see vanilla,
let them see heat forever
Taking that seed in powers,
all you want in this magic hour