Yo, this sh#t real smooth. i call this sh#t, ‘the contours’… uh, yeah
I said all my best sh#t, now i’m taking a break
If i write, then i write, most likely over a drink, n#gg#
Yeah, but i quit drinking though
How many times did i say that, satan knows
Uh, now here we are
More in tune with nature, my breakfast morning star
All these n#gg#s really wanna come harm ya boy
John 10:34, so they wanna harm the lord
All these hoes know i stay flier than a condor
Put you lil n#gg#s’ wardrobe in the armoire
Filming videos, sorting out the contours
Wit’ a b#tch showing off body, and it contorts
Spine chillin’, each vibration sexual healing
Marvin’s room, had these housewives catchin’ they feelings
My b#tch serious, mean business like angela simmons
She don’t wear the makeup, she not a gothic or villain
I hit the studio religiously to f#ck wit’ your spirit
‘cause all my verses sound like how the apocrypha written
All my underground flows still flushing, i’m shittin’
And that core processor never f#ck up my rhythm
I got magic in the lab like a alchemist n#gg#
Clean image, filthy lyrics, i just baffle you n#gg#s
Uh, i just baffle you n#gg#s
Baptize ya like my son, i got a bath for you, n#gg#
Do she love me now that i did the money dance?
Had a handful of shrimps by the palm branches
Gave her money for her meds like she had cancer
She got greedy, so i cut her off, i had to lance it
When i say i’m kanye, they wanna argue ‘gainst it
n#gg#s really tried to sway me, but i got the answers
Sporadic thoughts gave me bars that were outta pocket
It’s in the bag, and to fumble it is not a option
See, it’s chaotic, but methodical each time i drop it
Your sh#t bores me, it’s unrelatable
You n#gg#s corny, so microwaveable
And you really still tryna get it on and poppin’?
Jaws get rocked ‘cause all of my sh#t is solid
Step in my lane, it’s vehicular manslaughter, dummy
Writer’s block never was an object
It’s nothing, but nothing still amounts to something
I’m not haunted, every single thing i do is symbolic
I’m not supposed to be alive, who want smoke wit’ a coffin?
Light bulb above my head when my thoughts are the darkest
My written sh#t is automatic, something else is just talking
I know you see the turtleneck, i’m living comfortable, n#gg#
I’m a father to bougie women, f#ckin’ huxtables, n#gg#
I had so many offers to go beat the block
But i made my own hits to make the speakers knock
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