Promise Heron I'll put my fist up
after I get my dick sucked
Quick buck, maybe a
gold chain
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles
belittles belittles men
They tentatively tend to turn
and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas,
nigga listen
The description doesn't fit,
if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
In turn, these critics and interns
admitting the shit spit
It just burn like six furnaces writ it
It affixed learning them digits,
and simultaneously
"Dispelling one-trick-pony myths,
myths, myths, isn't he?"
One adolescent,
fucking six-nigga energy
energy
And crawling down fax like a
rich nigga centipede
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
out of cash account
Stamp and shouting, thrashing,
these niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin', like like like snap,
crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off,
Sweatshirt, nigga
(Sweatshirt, nigga)
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna
boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide
open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing,
cause it's nothing, bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
With With stress niggas could flex metal with,
peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying
to stay Jekyll-ish
But But most niggas Hyde,
and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less import
ant when the Lakers lose
There's lead in that baby food,
heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs legs for them
eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking
sky that you praying to
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum
in that beer an d then
Disappear again, reappear bearded
On top of a lear,
steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
For the crack rock user
and the mascot, Earl
Rawer than the skinned knee cap
on the blacktop
Salivary glands,
lighter fluid for the matchbox
Striking, wait, wait,
who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pol
lo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick,
nimble, rickrolling
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower,
plus plus I pillage shit
'87 roof top, Bronson
Whipping hoopties tryna
boost raw chronic
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
(Rapping to that coke
rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
With them doors wide
open)
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Quit with all that tough talk,
bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down,
bodies piled, Auschwitz
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it,
all my weapons is real
Selling thizz, couldn't tell
him what the recipe is
Got 'em wishing that they never gave
these weapons to kids, cheers
Send chills up spines
of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches,
niggas get it how they
Live and I live for money, other words,
I'm getting money
Little boy told me when it's time to ride,
they'll send them for me
Ain't nobody scaring me,
niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have
signed to Ruthless
Nine-four, would've would've had
them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go,
hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me,
"Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson,
leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's
only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping
hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own,
I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas,
police pass
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm
with the heat drawn
Strapped up long as the
chief for police armed
Raised where the beasts are,
north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J,
bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face,
Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet,
Coldchain
