Baller's Tomb from Baller's Tomb by Brick Bardo

Until the day im permanently locked away inside of that pine box.
We gon be sippin on Mai-Tai’s Cruisin down Barton sit-in in IROC’s
That Chevrolet all day, park after dark lay back at the Beez.
Doing dumbass accents stoned as fuck, pissin off the Japanese.
It must just be that strain of weed, hope I can cop a couple of seeds
And fuckin germinate.
I’m wondering what kinda fuckin’ chicken wings King Sherman ate.
I’ll bet a hundred hickies its just a perfect plate.
My perfect place is the mountain brow at dusk with wifey currently.
Its a cold world, but its hot outside right now im Finna perspirate.
Don’t perpetrate, im smoking on some terps at 8.
Gonna take a bath and then men-estrate.
Listen to Men at Work, like who could it be now?
Its Bardo bitch, my shit is straight.
Used to have lines cut on a dinner plate.
Now we all grown up, I got Filet Mignon but I still stay up late.
Create some fuckin raps and watch old movies life just couldn’t wait.
It always throws that fate in front of our faces,
But nothing I cant take.
It takes a certain type of snake
To bite the hand that feeds I need to contemplate.
Got gin and tonic, penis envy, nicotine and nickel plates.
Wake in Fright, The Long Goodbye, Le Samurai, in 4k.
Its a long day, a heat wave, I heard it first from Dwayne Spray
The Pizza boy don’t play today he whips it up so easily.
My day to day, is a day today.
I’m planting perennials fading away.
Can’t wait to tell my youngest son to just go play.
Stay out late
The first place, I ever got kissed was a mall date.
Now all the pussy I ate, could be measured in body weight.
I lay inside the Baller’s Tomb, degrading while I permeate
The life ive had thus far is bardo 2, the third might have to wait.

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Hamilton