Promise Heron I'll put my fist up
after I get my dick sucked
With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles
They tentatively tend to turn
and go when I am finished
Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas,
The description doesn't fit,
if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
In turn, these critics and interns
It just burn like six furnaces writ it
It affixed learning them digits,
"Dispelling one-trick-pony myths,
And crawling down fax like a
Crack ceramic and slap a hand
Stamp and shouting, thrashing,
these niggas done let the Kraken out
Crack-a-lackin', like like like snap,
crackle, poppin' your ammo off
Hide your face, and throw your flannels off,
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
(Rapping to that coke rock)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
cause it's nothing, bitch
From a city that's recession-hit
With With stress niggas could flex metal with,
peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying
But But most niggas Hyde,
and Brenda just stay pregnant
Breaking news: death's less import
There's lead in that baby food,
heads try to make it through
Fish-netted legs legs for them
Ride dirty as the fucking
So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
God spit it like it's truth serum
Disappear again, reappear bearded
steering it into the kids' ear again
Provider of the backdrop music
Rawer than the skinned knee cap
lighter fluid for the matchbox
who the fuck you badder than?
Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pol
lo off the grill and shit
Spitter of the Little Nick,
Bitch niggas pick litter, piff-blower,
(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
thud knocking niggas teeth loose)
Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
(Rolling with that flow swamp)
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
(Dim the floor lights, focused)
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
Quit with all that tough talk,
bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Come around, we gun 'em down,
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
I'm ready to kill, so test it,
Selling thizz, couldn't tell
Got 'em wishing that they never gave
these weapons to kids, cheers
Shows throwing out sandwiches,
Live and I live for money, other words,
Little boy told me when it's time to ride,
niggas ain't prepared for heat
Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have
Nine-four, would've would've had
them walking down Death Row
First is when the best go,
Voice inside my head told me,
"Wet 'em if they test you"
So it's Raging Waters season
That yomper big as Larry Johnson,
leave your momma seedless
Everybody hard until it's
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping
hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
Heat your home like Southern California Gas,
Tell 'em "Free Smalls," off Palm
Raised where the beasts are,
A couple streets past Baby J,
Ruger with the pork face,
Jewish for the court case
Here to save you niggas from the sorbet,
4.9
