Gill to the air I'm all good
Still flow like the river I'm nile look
I'm still fucking king I'm Nala
Ilhan, ana Mustafa
Gimme that look boy try it
Highlight reel, won't hide it
High five nigga, don't buy it
Free, dumb niggas I pilot
Go stupid, go crazy, go riot
Young shit I'm freedom riding
Go there, no affidavit
So David rock Goliath
So taking on that big shit
So aching brain, you dipshit
You lucky I hate this beat nigga
I fuck it up instead of you niggas
I won't lie, I'm lying
I'm pride, like the club of a white man
Nailed up like a God to someone
Christ thanks for drums in choirs
Trying to inquire, bout the process of a writer
Beat the shit out the washed up prompt, forgot about the dryer
Spin click two times, halfway to Kansas
Ripe like vampire, bloody handed advances
Stake high, rib eye, this guy slice ribs
Lone wolf, Wallstreet, silver bullet it is
So busy up front with this shitty mullet shit
No kizzy full of it
I'm lying
Easter got me thinking, Medea might come back, tell me what's what
Who's lying?
I'm trying
So tonight I'm finding Something
We never knew what it was I'm sure
They told me it's hiding Somewhere
I know I shut and locked the door
I feel it coming out again
Yalla, encore encore
Find that peace I'm bored I'm bored
Find that beat aw lord aw lord
I want that action shon
I want that jazz
I want that spazzin punk
Want that cannon glass
I want that hot shit homie
I want that ILLA ILLA
I want that really bolo
I want that bully chilla
I believe that we could all live in lawn chairs
A dream I had watching hank hill
All my shows on the TV, all square
I ain't never been bad, too cool, no spankings
Needed, even if tanking speeding
Downwards, blanking bleeding
Wow baby stanking, skeeving
Pow then I'm banging jeeting
Eden heathen, eating snakes and bobbing apples suck ya neck like 18
Freshly freshman, Freeman since yesteryear
I'm me like it's my job, my God, Y'allah
Ya I'm good, ya se stoy aca
Don't delay, the fade of the fraud
So taste the face of the frog, you are Accra
A couplet, a word in a poem
Someone working on a way we could show em
I'll lie, say 'I know what's up'
But its a feeling like a bad lil bump
Aye yuh
Aye yuh
Can't say what a saint would do now
Can't paint what a Jain is truly
Can't explain what I'm thinking too wild
I'm for a little while that's why
While still a time I guess
I'm stealing it from under your breast
You got centuries on ya chest
I guess
I'm lying?
I know, I'm trying
So tonight I'm finding Something
We never knew what it was I'm sure
They told me its hiding Somewhere
I know I shut and locked the door
I feel it coming out again
Yalla, encore encore
Find that peace I'm bored I'm bored
Find that beat aw lord aw lord
I want that action shon
I want that jazz
I want that spazzin punk
Want that cannon glass
I want that hot shit homie
I want that ILLA ILLA
I want the really bolo
I want that bully chilla
I need that mama se ma
Ma sa mama kusa
I wanna be part of something, they eyes said I talk too much
Don't care bout the bed I made
Don't care bout the head I raised
Don't care bout the ears I perked
I care bout the percs that played
I want that action shon
I want that jazz
I want that spazzin punk
Want that cannon glass
I want that hot shit homie
I want that ILLA ILLA
I want the really bolo
I want that bully chilla