[Intro]
Yeah
b*tch, I'm flexing, yeah
n*gga, f*ck your life (pus*y n*gga)
b*tch, I'm flexing, yeah
She coming home tonight
[Verse 1]
Man
Every time I come around
I feel like somethings coming down
I never leave my house without the 44 a couple pounds
I feel surreal
Can someone confirm this kill, brother?
Boy, I'm so sad that you miss her
I can get money in every single way
Comes to the honeys, propane, No R. Kelly (woo)
[Sample: Janet Jackson]
Like a moth to a flame burned by the fire
That's the way love goes
Can't you see my desire?
[Verse 2]
Welcome to the terradome
Gen Y, 89, this is vintage homes
I got the fees, leave those b*tches alone
They keep coke lines ready for me to sniff when I make it home
Broke superman, change in the pay phone
Call collect and you get that tone
Google mapping your home when you ain't home
And keep a f*ck your b*tch ass app lighting to my camera phone
And the motto is still "f*ck rap"
I run game, b*tch
n*gga, I should charge tax
Net net, it's all up on the nut sack
TDE di*k riders and five panel caps
n*ggas buying new J's just to get attention
Write a long ass blog when they're not mentioned
Keep a banana clip with the extension
To blast on any n*gga who ego I put a dent in
I ball hard
You n*ggas can't pay your rent and you all soft
The average hip hop fan ain't got the HP that's f*cking with The Rockwood Escape Plan
Kicking that ass sideways, I'm Hitmonchan
I evolve into a star, now I'm Hitmonlee
The average crack trap rapper
I'm three times as deep
Underground legend
Side-'em-up on your
And I ain't finished
I'm still at the crime scene, b*tch
[Outro]
It's so hard being dark skinned
It's so hard taking naps on a park bench
All my life been a black, dirty villain
Got to f*cking mingle with these hipsters to make a living
It's a battle, I'm swimming forth, paddling
Peace, more casualties
I feel them coming after me
I'm a black masterpiece
Actually I'm infatuated with John Brown's ghost
I feel them coming after me
I speak softly on the matters of trust
'Cause I don't want my kids in similar situations growing up
I speak softly on the matters of trust
'Cause I don't want my kids in similar situations growing up