Organic Food lyrics

[Verse 1]

Yeah

I'm comin' with flows sweeter than flapjacks
Facts when I blast raps these rappers take catnaps
Lying how they have stacks my syntax is crispy custard
That Lamp City tee on my back lookin' crispy custom
Mad flustered f*ck the game it's so ruptured
Fifteen f*ck my spleen was so ruptured
Nineteen f*ck your dreams I want buster numbers
When I f*ck stay bustin' nuts
f*ck split ends up like f*ck it's crusted
Throw water on my raps but I still won't rust
I never grow old or fade out or pick up dust
So I trust that my album gon' blow the f*ck up like
Woah!
I'm in the zone f*ck Popo we rollin' up just to go and f*ck with the ozone
I'm writin' poems chillin' with Janet
She ask me "Will you eat the pus*y up?"
I ask her if it's organic
And I'm sure that my words offensive
I spent mad time on this sh*t hence f*cking up friendships
Suspense for the free p cent donations
I'm tweetin' Lamp City sh*t, and I'm on vacation
They never wanna see me on top like everybody else
Made it in the basement though a loner by my f*ckin' self
Don't f*ck with anybody 'less you hear me sayin' it
I'm sprayin' it, rappers playin' games arcadin' it
Stay a b*tch, f*ck your raps you're not sayin' sh*t
Peep the f*ckin' concepts on my album 'for you say a diss
Said many times but I'll say this sh*t again
We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends
It's Lamp City b*tch

Yeah