Climate Change lyrics

Part I

[Intro]
And, the best new artist is; me

[Verse]
b*tch, just do your job, hot potato pass to me
b*tch, I got that fire, it's all in my arteries
Gotta let it out, please don't step too hard to me
I might peep you out
Smoking on that Singapore, I be gettin' too high
Walk around like Eeyore, my cards keep getting charged
I don't even think you picked before, this b*tch hoppin' on my rod
Whole lot of nights I ain't eat before, that's what left me scarred
Now here come the commodities
I was down broke, now getting up now, they got ornery
Yeah, I got swole on me, pull up with a b*tch named Josephine
n*ggas used to joke with me, now I'm gettin' it how it 'posed to be
UNO! You know I pull up pull your card
Suduko, play with him put somethin' between yo' eyes
Ride around with a gangsta lean, you know that I beat the odds
Know that I keep the flame with me, this one stay in, this one don't come outside
Bullet chew like corn on cob
Hit yo' lung or pancreas, now yo mother 'bout to sob
Told you not to play with him, b*tch head bomb just like Saddam
Ballin' like palladium, b*tch hit his head it make me cry
Can't f*ck with a n*gga that you choose
These lil' n*ggas go no use
Ball on a n*gga like Jodie
Pull up in Honda, 6 deep
This b*tch tryna sitch me
Pull up in a b*tch like [?]
Pull up in yo' city, tsunami, leave yo' hoes debris
Ball on a b*tch like Concord
Do it again and again like encore
These lil n*ggas know I got flows for days, that's why I'm alive for
Got that sh*t on propane, this ain't Star Wars
That b*tch do what I say, she's a cyborg
We left, he ain't feelin right
"What's up doc'?, need a check-up"
f*ckin' on the world, I think that b*tch need a epidural
f*ckin' on that, uh-huh, that b*tch need a epidural
I'm f*ckin' on [?] block [?]
Part II

[Verse]
[?] think it's time to check up
f*ckin' on the world, I think that b*tch need a epidural
Trauma reoccurring, clean that pistol off until it's sterile
Spin the block with wood beat contusion pockets Terry Crews'in
Beat the block and crucial chop it down like yeah see fam you it
Yo b*tch, that's a mucus, she just swallow, that b*tch ain't chewin'
He get all the pape' together swear that it cut like cotton sweater
I could feel your heartbeats, strapped like a carseat
Spray him like a artist, they don't want know Arby's
[?] sardine, they won't never harm me
[?], [?] Darlene
[?], [?] in the crib take all that
[?], I don't know what to call that
Put it on the card, somethin' like a blackjack
Pull up to your hood knocked down on all the doors
Like, n*gga, give me my ball back
I'm through like a javelin
I'm swollen like a cavity
Your birth was an accident
I'm in the air like pathogens
I took your b*tch to the Motel 6, no Radisson
I'm accurate, I ravagin'
I X'd the score on accident