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BlaQ Chidori - This Us lyrics

Artist: BlaQ Chidori

album: BlaQ, Numbz, Entertainment


BlaQ Chidori in this bitch nahmsayin?
Shoutout Numbz
Yo Unruly, VA stand up
Buckle up for the ride, cuz my life a roller coaster
Been through ups and downs, I'm glad it ain't over
Before I sit with Jehova, it's carnival rides with the pen and quill
I put my arms up, it's ain't metal rounds as a Ferris Wheel
My soul is universal, when I touch the pad just push the hearse through
You commercial, your Dream I wouldn't rocket if it was Olajuwon
The typa nigga to comment to Durk to go and "slide for Von"
Y'all onlyfans
When it come to money you dickriding
Way I'm quick to flip make a Boy Wonder, Dick's Robin
I hope that ain't miss you, black mothers crying could use a tissue
Sons robbin' but Jason Todd when they dying in them issues
Death in The Family hurts, the devil live in reverse
Never curse verse you rehearse, cuz what is practicing worth?
If you don't apply it
I feel I'm prone to riot, that mean I fire at targets
Artist go hard to see who go farthest
That's lethargic, you losing money tryna steal out ya market
Make your own lane, a hothead quick to tic like a stove
Act funny cuz BlaQ is everywhere you look, like it's Soul Pla-
While I'm meditating in darkness, I levitate in space
You wanna hate and tryna comet, I rock with a cold shoulder
That's a space a bar, keyboard warriors never get far
Empty threats don't make you a half a man, cuz what you hurt for?
Horseplay is really what them messages you sent are (Centaur)
I been fought
My demons and took some the weight off my belt
To see a higher a plane, I focused on elevating myself
Nigga
Verse more consistent than holy scriptures
Holy cow and Dhali Lama, there's beef a metal piece prone to fucking flip ya
Hold the zippers, U Got It Bad, like Ushers the bullet sit ya
Uh
I rhyme with purpose, all these labels be jerkin
You signed a deal that a came with a box of tissues and some Jergen's
Why you lurking, on my page if you claim to hate me
It's the same reason bitches suck up and swallow babies
For niggas that they ain't dating
Just cuz they got money and whip a rolls
If you ain't know
What I'm saying: is that it's clear you a hoe
You niggas broke
I been getting money
Gaining clout just for killing, I'm Ted Bundy
More Jeffery Dahmer, if I get hungry
I'm eating these rappers when on a Numbz beat
Yeah!
Uh!
Can't be in love, after we fuck don't touch me
Somebody's momma gon' cry before my blood go hungry
You squares sendin' me to jail but this is blunt roll country
Gun smoke huff'n
She bad but she don't do it like that one hoe does it
In the game to kill niggas and to fuck up budgets
Niggas fake for real
Living in they one drug bubble
My blunt puff subtle
Heavy as my Black Graffiti records
These rappers be aware when your majesty is present
On a level that you haven't seen in ever
Madness leaks, load the magazine
And blow the essence out you dickridin' peasants
(This) My fifth rhyme I'm pennnin'
My bitch fine as feta cheese, we sip wine in Venice
Spit rhymes forever
Nigga, Unruly and BlaQ
True to the facts
Dropping classics all decade
Explosive laced raps so when I spit it's all methane
Fentanyl jefe
Is that a bar?
Or a bizarre Segway?
They did me wrong and left me with a strong pen game
All in all, Unruly and BlaQ!
The Gods checkmate

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