Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-ta in it I just bought new car and it got some blunts in it I just left New York, and I got some Raw Denim Finna empty out my ones 'cause I know they pumps itchin' Let it dance! Let it breathe! Miss yo' chance This a tease Bitch I'm ghost Rest in peace Last quarter, hope my album doesn't leak They give me that Visa Got no time for leisure That bitch is bi-curious Don't outsmart the teacher This shit be the Ether Beat make me a creature
Turn me to a diva
Let it bang Don't got no vest, don't got no tec Come to me Run around y'all like a necklace, I call get to seshin' Ain't know stoppin' what's been destined Let it breathe
Yeah, yeah, this ain't real life, no That's what it might feel like though Realize more real than y'all, to the point like Way up, that ceiling cold Come down like ski, like snow Pick hoes eenie me mi mo
All I see is dead people All I see is dead people and dead presidents up in my pea coat Country run by these white people with big egos Fuckin' 'round I might come deep hoe and son people Don't come around, yeah we done deal-o, no Squad been awake, ain't go no pillow, I My outfit black, bitch I'm so metal, not so ghetto Don't talk to ops we don't Rosetta we know better I go grizzly, I'm so savage, there's no effort The flow Teflon, I go where they ain't go ever This mind ascension had to wait and I'll see you in SeptemberYou might also like
Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), Oliver Jonas Bergqvist ECAD: Obra #22059195