It’s Dooms day
I flip rhymes like dimes
Fresh beef get air fried no
No loose ends
I cut ties
Fall to my knees in hopes the angels cry
And wash away the demons that plague my mind
Had to let the b#tch go
She kept tryna build me shrines
I ain’t one you should idolize
Baby I’m sorry I can’t be ya valentine
Before sh#t get breezy…just
Shut up and drive
They wanna cut open my body and discover the evidence of what heaven sent
Louie shades camе wit 5% tint
You a wimp
Witta limp shrimp
That’s why ya b#tch dipped
I ain’t even f#ck up hеr mileage
The b#tch chose up
She hopped in the whip like the first day of college
p#ss# was free
But for knowledge
She had to pay the fee
Mind of a monk
Sword as a tongue
I spit and cut beats till the sample bleed
I wasn’t born I was beamed
3rd eye came 4D
Higher beings pull strings
I
Smoke mean green
Till my lungs scream
Teen feens
Tote chrome & pop perci’s
To feel like Hercules
Blame ya ego
Shoulda been an amino
Peeped homes
Thru my Oliver people’s
Tryna play shotta
I’m mike Lowry thru the peep hole
Drum spittin like ringo
Keep yo peace or keep yo peace
The #ss so fat
It’s moving thru the jeans
She smell the creed
But her aura stinks
I look at the b#tch like a disease
If you love me then live for me
If you hate me then die for me
When Its my time to fly
Who gon flame one up to the sky & cry for me
Goin home like it’s a vacay Bro got product to move and job for me
n#gg#s plottin, im the black sheep, sh#t got hot for
Slide back to AZ
Makin b#tches churn butta till they sweat cheese
b#tch please
Every time they counted me out
I brought double back
Hopped in the trap with the pack sat back & watched it do jumpin jacks
350’s wit the ksubi flannel lookin like a lumba jack, Rappin like the tunnel back
That’s yo b#tch and you in love with that
If only you knew the places she’d go wit her tongue attached for a Louie bag
I’m on mill ave
Rollin thumbs
& crackin crabs
Conversatin over renovations
Of how I can invest in grass
If you ain’t first you last
If it ain’t us it’s trash
Vaccum seal put up the glad bags
Vaccum seal put up the glad bags
These saint laurent slacks
I can afford to sag
Ya b#tch a wh#re for cash
If I die my Queen gon keep building the empire till my soul come back
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