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1. |
antlers & horns
03:10
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[intro: sample]
if i keep practicing, do you think i can sell my art and make, like, millions of dollars?
maybe, but you’ll never possess anything of greater value than the art you sold.
whatever, nigga, i wanna get paid.
[hook]
-hunnids in the clip
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip
i got magnums in my wallet-
yo, yo
yo
ayo
watch this, nigga
ayo
[verse 1]
ayo, black fist
white knuckle grippin’ a wad of cash
yo, relax
tobacco and grass,
it had my ass sittin’ fast (smoke that, nigga)
on a mission to nothing but asthma attacks (FUCK)
typa tags i'm poppin, they come with a hefty tax (bag)
it’s like donny told ‘em (yea)
these niggas greem, i’ma fold ‘em like origami yoda (blah blah blah blah)
two hand, she blow on recorder
i’m boutta bag it (ayo)
hold up.
yeah, i’m that nigga
that tranny, i know ya daddy warned ya- (it’s me nigga)
bout. i’m about it
you wound up ass out
i pop out pole up (blah blah blah blah)
yeeeaaah i done came down
i got a rocket for her.
i put the light out, seen antlers and horns inside the forest (fax)
past paradigms fighting to exist,
pulled the trigger like it is what it is.
click click
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (yea, i got)
i got magnums in my wallet (uh-huh)
i get runtz in by the zip (aight)
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (yo, ayo)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip (uh uh uh)
no dodgin’, weavin’ that, i bring that shit along (yo)
and do better
know i’m stronger than myself, ‘nother piece of god
is this heaven, hell, or something else?
depending on the thoughts (listen)
we acceptin’, just reflections of the default that we’re taught (uh-huh)
by some slavers that’s brandishing bombs (fuck)
is this what we want?
all you get is all you got
since post-partum, voice about instructed heaven’s post mortem
and now you’re comfortable with workin’ ‘till you’re gone (fax)
pray there’s light for me to follow or i’m just another cog
nah, my son don’t deserve that shit (puppycat!)
drag heaven down to earth for him (swear to god)
i pray day-in, day-out on the off-chance someone heard that shit
i can’t state it plainly, gotta flip it, turn, invert the shit (uh, yo)
and mix it with the earthly shit
attract the reimbursement (bring that bag in, nigga)
i got-
[hook]
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (yo, yeah i got-)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip (aoow)
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (aoooow, aooww!)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (who will know when i go?)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (who will know when i go?)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip
who will know when i go?
who will know when i go?
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (who will know when i go?)
i got magnums in my wallet
i get runtz in by the zip
i got .40s in the magazine and hunnids in the clip (who will know when i go?)
i heard ol’ boy said some nazi shit, got popped, that’s what he geeeeettttt
aryan prince, yakubian hitler youth m-
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2. |
the boymoder (intro)
01:48
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3. |
doe, a deer
03:04
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-and by thy words thou shalt be condemned, and death and life are in power of the tongue.
[hook]
tree line pitch black, she used a spliff as light
good intent resembles spite if you can angle right
baby, i can see the future it’s my fault when we die
but a deer in headlights is still beautiful right? (yo, yo)
ayo a deer in headlights is still beautiful right? (ayo, ayo, ayo)
ayo a deer in headlights is still beautiful right?
[verse]
fuck that, nigga
i had a premonition (what?)
my lil nigga hit a money spread at scholastic book fair, yo (uh-huh)
dust yo 404 off lemme roll a wood there (smoke that, nigga)
fuck clarence thomas, got supreme on my footware (fuck that nigga)
crackers woulda turned that fuck nigga to a book, chair, or a shoe (hahaha)
same way they woulda done me too
i alchemize great wounds
ayo, lambspring duality she grounding me im taking flight (uh-huh, uh-huh)
hoping mary magdeline was right, yo
baby getcho fuckin act right (c’mon)
spare the details she was lilith in her past life
spin you like hekate’s wheel and dump the mag twice (rrrrrr)
my shadow twirl me and dip me
a 20 mag on my hippy
on bad nights might've missed em
tho full moon was magnificent tho
“who let carmilla in the studio?”
cuttin’ like a emo hoe
with a flow that’ll eat your whole ass like a tootsie roll
yo, 303 the lowpass, how her top will go
cause she know im a high end bitch (she know)
psilocybin trips aint kill my ego, nigga love did (uh-huh)
ticket stubs, meal ticket, same topic
8th sparkin (smoke that, nigga)
i can teach you how to abuse pot, just find a parking spot (right there, nigga)
raws and rubbers in the same pocket (yo, shit)
I have her lookin like monet’s best
bong rips hittin, valerate go to the same chest
feel free to deadname me if it’s on a blank check, nigga (uh uh, yo, yo, yo)
[hook]
ayo, tree line pitch black, she used a spliff as light (tsk)
good intent resembles spite if you can angle right (aight)
baby, i can see the future it’s my fault when we die (yo, uh-huh)
but a deer in headlights is still beautiful right? (yo, yo)
ayo a deer in headlights is still beautiful right?
ayo a deer in headlights is still beautiful right?
(sample)
-faces and voices from the 4th dimension of space- and on through the universe, boundless, our thoughts go lightning shod. some call it imagination, and others call it god
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part i: ethereals
(sample)
meow
no, no way. she can’t be a cat just when it’s convenient-
puppy-
the past is yesterday- day
the past is yesterday, while we’re searching for t-
the past is yesterday- day
the past is yesterday, while we’re searching for tomorrow (yo, yo, yo)
[verse]
ayo, yo shawty think she Erika Kirk (buh buh buh)
my nigga, she for the team (brrr)
triple-double, rhyme, flow, beat
i should double my fee (bag)
blow it all on the typa shit that keep my cypher complete (yo)
keep the balance with the beam
and always land on my feet (doot doot doot doot)
i had mini-mes at 18 thinkin’ that they was me (uh-huh)
my lil’ sister yellin’ slay queen when i said im on e (slayyyy)
burnin’ gas like ain’t a thing wrong while my tank is on e
crumble cookie in the king palm, then i kick up my feet (smoke that, nigga)
sheepish diva’s chiefin cheeba cheeba in my camry (uh-huh, yo)
or the ‘98 corolla, daily dome in the front seat
yo, i f11 my shadow, no option to delete (uh-uh)
though i take the blame, release the shame, don’t ever try to reach me
[hook]
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me, no you don’t, hoe (hoe)
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me-
no photos, please!
[verse 2]
aphrodite lookin’ fragile in the candlelight-
a spliff (me)
world burnin’ in my hands if i can plan it right
have these samples doin’ magic like criss angel (bing bing bing)
only take flight if the vibe right, that’s why you stay low (nigga)
mind freak, i’m tryna stay sane tho (yo)
mind state changed, i can see the pain from like 8 angles (FUCK)
every day the base game change
yo bitch tryna advance
i busted one in advance, yall stay safe tho (stay safe nigga)
i was live, you was playin’ fable (yo)
lift the skirt and it’s just rappers on my di-dick (you)
i cop an 8th and i kill it (smoke that)
told that boy to roll the raw ethereal
lil nigga, spliff it
i hit it and then i woman up and handle business (i’m gone)
nigga
[hook]
if you know me, no you don’t (no you don’t)
(the past is yesterday- day
the past is yesterday, while we’re searching for t-)
if you know me, no you don’t (no, no)
if you know me, no you don’t, hoe (hoe)
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me, no you don’t
if you know me, no you don’t (no you don’t, uh)
(the past is yesterday- day
the past is yesterday, while we’re searching for tomorrow)
yo
part ii: riverside carmilla
[hook]
(uh, yo, yo, yo)
every since my mom got kidnapped, i cant trust no nigga, uh
skatin’ to 8 figures, uh
clock that pay, im pendulum (that bag)
dsls don’t make you pretty, bitch you look like jigga, uh
[verse]
last night i ate a fucking sheet of seaweed for dinner, nigga
ugh no cap, im fitted nigga
riverside carmilla, nigga ugh
mop em up, i look like color swap of bridget nigga
seen a lot, damaged im
traumatized, manic
and borderline
you still doin more bitchin
eat her by candlelight
static like satellite, takin what im dishin’, nigga
servin cunt
yeah we cut
bitch so what?
aint no love
hold these nuts, watch me strut
former slut
money up
spirit stuck
wrist is cut
spillin blood on my dunks,
everyone, listen up
all you nigga fucking suck
[hook]
ever since my mom got kidnapped i cant trust no nigga uh
skatin to 8 figures uh
clock that pay like pendulum (that bag)
dsls dont make u pretty bitch u look like jigga uh
calcenation, 7 stages, i still wanna kill mys-
nigga
aaaooowwwwww
one take, uh
one take, one take
one take, one take
one take, okay
shit, ayo
[hook 2]
i got that jordan minus 1 on me i call that shit a swisshhh
watch yo tail, nigga, watch yo six (swish, swish)
i got that jordan minus 1 on me i call that shit a swisshhh
watch yo tail, nigga, watch yo six (watch yo tail nigga)
i got that jordan minus 1 on me i call that shit a swisshhh
watch yo tail, nigga, watch yo six (swish, swish)
i got that jordan minus 1 on me i call that shit a swisshhh
watch yo tail, nigga, watch yo six, nigga
[outro]
yo, im tight nigga
turn this FUCKING SONG OFF
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5. |
one year hrt
03:33
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[intro]
(sample)
my name is woman
woman
yo, yo
[hook]
i don’t wanna be a boy no more
can you change me?
i done felt hell full-force and went crazy (hahahahaha)
(can i be a woman)
[verse]
today i had to prune a beautiful arrangement
she was dear to me
in the bathtub holdin’ shears to me
sike, bitch im not healed
same preme dunks
same bank account type nil
same dyke bitch
spark swishers in the night still
(don’t pass)
and it’s ruining me
more time i spend fem the less this shit been feelin’ fluid to me
get rosetta stoned, now samples speaking fluent to me
if you see me prove it to me
(can i be myself?)
and still raise my child right?
this a title fight
punchin’ in the clock, punchin’ the daw
all my might
world inside my pawz
spinnin, burnin
aw fuck, i aint hold it right
if she give you one more time
(don’t pass the chance. so love me while-)
im still living
i was supposed to be a princess not a meal ticket
weekly needle for a year but im still flinching
(can i be a woman?)
like-
like-
like-
[hook]
i dont wanna be a boy no more, can you change me?
i done felt hell full-force, i gone crazy (hahahahaha)
yo, uh, yo, yo
what i need to grow?
this tail i keep chasing
never was a boy
good lord, he aint change me
(nah, uh-uh, that nigga couldn’t if he wanted to)
(yeah, hold that)
[verse 2]
yo, aight
aight my nigga go get the wrappin it up
king size raw, im packin’ him up
i was broke as fuck, just me and a 404 on the back of the bus
with my ex concealer on my plain white tee, im manic in love
smokin on some dg-2, it’s packin’ a punch
step over panties, it’s my turn in the restroom
linked with my ex once, them hoes never re-entered scheduled
i know these chasers prayin’ the queen’s scepter might bless you
stay with the blues, azure-te, they think i made keys move
nobody listen how the universe do
that’s why i still win
titties too soft for a prison full of men
it was either hollow tips or some e in a syringe
and that been my since a kid
reflected in my eyes the light of the moon glint
double venus
double helix
i dont take shit
you can taste dick
dick, nigga
you can taste dick.
[outro]
yo, yo, yo, yo
i don’t wanna be a boy no more, can you ch-
nah, never been a boy
good lord, he ain’t change me
(sample)
woman
woman
it’s enough to be yours
so here i am
take what is yours
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6. |
splitting
05:14
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[chorus]
swear to god, she’s the last one and the first for me (for me)
nobody asked me if this works for me (for me)
when i’m gone, can you look after the world for me? (for me)
for me
for me
for me
swear to god, she’s the last one and the first for me (for me)
nobody asked me if this works for me (for me)
when i’m gone, can you look after the world for me? (for me)
for me
for me
for me
[verse 1]
i cant let have my heart, bitch
might let you borrow this dick tho
so tell your girlfriend get her bitch bro
spit to pay the rent, what a shit goal
i get the check and i stretch it
i need the fucking world in my hand so i can neglect it
toss my dick and tell em catch it, they will
its consequences:
losing love, girl im losing my will
it’s just this tiny bit of magic left in life that feel
so fucking fragile, silently i tidy up when i spill
and ima say it’s alright
she know im crying at night
she know my skin dont fit me right
she know i just got this one life
she know that i owe her for life
she don’t know how i spent my nights tho
mm, ayo
i rolled the flowers, we burned one and watched the water flow
we held the stars, inside your car, it’s like my second home
cant say you’ll like what i become as i become my own
but if your eyes are like the stars how do i let you go
you broke my heart, i sent that text when my emotions cold
i’m off and on like we ain’t bonded by our fuckin’ soul (hahaha, FUCK)
can't say goodbye when all the while we walkin’ down this road
still wanna hold you close
i’m so fucking confused
so hurt i can’t see how i’m hurting you
like-
like-
[chorus]
swear to god, she’s the last one and the first for me (for me)
nobody asked me if this works for me (for me)
when i’m gone, can you look after the world for me? (for me)
for me
for me
for me
swear to god, she’s the last one and the first for me (for me)
i said “god, can you make this shit worse for me?” (for me)
when i’m gone, please look after the world for me? (for me)
for me
for me
for me
[verse 2]
sunrise heartbreak, can’t accept reality
click, click, click, click, quantum immortality
personality splitting by decoherence
unconvinced than i’m real, so i slipped into the mirror
cause i missed the way the glass felt
i became my past self
examined every fragment and bled from glitter and powder
my solar plexus on amaterasu for countless hours
i nee—com, i fucking hate myself for it
i searched thru lakes and the forests
butterflies, hares and a tortoise
i held my knife at door ready to plunge create corpses
i can’t feel safe, daily torment
and every thought feel abhorrent
it aint no medicine for it
i found the answer in love
im runnin from it not for it
you them switch out and feel warmer
the cold was easy to stomach
im offa somethin im buggin’
i heard that death on the way, im smokin tough till he come in
all just to feel like a woman
she better know know i aint love her
he better know i aint love him
i made my body worth nothing
boundaries, suggestions, rubble
how many substances until
you say that you shouldn't touch her
how instances of it
until i stop blaming others
swear to god
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7. |
starfall
02:52
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ayo
she told me “‘fore we fuck again, find a therapist”
weed in my sierra mist (dayum)
double cup chalice, 1998 chariot (uh-huh)
her eyes starry burned into my mind, im ensnared in it
lariat or bear trap
bury me or bury it (c’mon)
i play cute, borderline, and arrogant (uh-huh, uh-huh)
carry it
hollow tips flyin at a zionist or aryan nigga (bah, bah bah)
my reflection want bury me nigga
i told that bitch i got the shovel im preparing it, nigga (what you tryna do?)
broke the cycle
it was cocaine in my little sister drawer (fuck)
trap door in floor
wings bore holes thru me (uh-huh)
blood streamin’ down dior
queen, yall pawns to me (bitch)
303 from the pawn shop
you want a beat, i want-
top dollar
i dont mind baby girl
break out the shock collar if you need to (if you neeeed to)
sheesh
.22 turn em g3 imac, see thru (brrr)
please,
if you need me, dont
too scared to need you back
yo im lookin at stilettos, nose pressed against the glass (uh)
if i find a pair that fit me, ima put em up yo ass (you, nigga)
if you see me in that bentley, then my son inside the back (skrrt)
spells cast
turnin’ babygirl must haves to just haves (whatchu need?)
saw the sky falling while im luring in a rack
starfall, im really niggas back (mhm)
to that inner child
vinyl-sim canvas where i splash
bring my cash nigga (put the money in my fucking hand)
cps was on my ass nigga
aint no way baby ever sayin that
pay me $80k then maybe lady grace a nigga’s track
matter fact throw an 8th in, it could make it on the gram
i’ma send the routing
then you send the open
built blunts out of roaches now i’m fuckin’ sick of copin’
i was sittin’ in bathtub, razor in my hand
fast forward 4 months on hrt became a dad, nigga
damn nigga
that’s why i’m that nigga
fax nigga
[outro]
wings open
please wings open (please)
bleed cause i need to
sweet hemoglobin
wings open (please)
please wings open (please)
baby girl we needa fly, fuck floatin
fuck floatin’ (fuck)
fuck floatin’ (fuck)
wings open
please wings open (please)
bleed cause i need to
sweet hemoglobin, yo
wing open (please)
please wings open (please)
baby girl we needa fly, fuck floatin
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[intro]
yo yo, yo yo yo, yo yo
you niggas be on 4tran and shit
(i record with the .40 on my hip, no lie)
we gettin’ money, nigga
(make me feel safe)
we gettin’ bread, nigga
(yall niggas sketch me out)
big beautiful bills, nigga.
the fuck?
ayo
ayo
[verse 1: lulamoon]
ayo it’s my fault, resonance cascade (uh-huh)
i’m goin’ out the back way
spun your track and now i’m tryna forget it like my hoe phase (trash)
pack another bowl full of bouquet (smoke that)
she put her nose to the blade and sniffed the whole thang (snort)
no way
no tax, rather fold pay (huh)
rearranged, i was not tryna die offa old age (not at all)
so it goes, soul stuffed into the wrong shape
mind state not conducive
accrewin’ the right pay required to put food on my child plate
so fuck that
i been like rachel bighead since a rugrat
smith and wesson .40, controllin’ it when it buck back (buh buh buh buh)
doe snappin’ antlers off the top till my skull crack, nigga
[refrain]
i’ma roll that swisher (swisha)
only thing i tuck take souls if it hit ya (hit ya)
won’t sell yo ass shit, get your own strains nigga (nigga)
nra big pussy, i don’t see no militia, nigga (where?)
yo
[verse 2: lulamoon]
free cj ‘till it’s backwards (my nigga)
told me point ‘em out and he gon’ put ‘em in a backwoods (smoke that)
came out doin’ tatts (uh-huh, uh-huh)
saltwater in a can
battery and pen
anklet with the electronic gem (bling bling bling)
joints tight as shit
[refrain]
let me roll that. nigga
only thing i tuck take souls if it hit ya
won’t sell yo ass shit, get your own strains nigga
nra big pussy, i don’t see no militia (not at all)
aoowwww
yeah, yeah
[verse 3: roberto]
halted by the pendulum
running up these fractions
tryna multiply my dividends
altered by the scripture, action nullified
my passion in the ultraviolet innocence
i breathe life into art til i see sculpted lines and finishes
the faults i find diminished
3.5 in a raw ethereal
that time you spending wasted
trying to hog the steering wheel
go for the gold, stand on my toes, i’m hoping you hear me well
stains on my clothes, bowl after bowl i aint talking cereal
make no mistake im leaving her back aching
this elantra shake at the brakes we sleeping on black pavement
lick him on an eighth of the shake
i skate from the jakes
the price of back payments bank on my fate
we straight to the paint
i can tell from the shots that you sending you with the shits
come too close to son and you’ll meet your ending like icarus
i’m supposed to run? you ain’t shivering timbers
i overcome, none of you sinners contenders
i got friends that’s into dirts
and some that’s in the dirt
i got some that go to work
and some that’s flipping work
i got some that’s on a shirt
and some that’s printing shirts
a beautiful dichotomy
fuck what you simps on, i’m homer just moving through the odyssey
fuck bout nothing less it’s blue faces, purple weed, and honesty
stay on point like archery do
i know you’d fold in a moment if you walked in these shoes
fuck your bitch in some starbury twos
it’s the golden component
i probably sold my opponent an 1/8 of penis envy
this what it sound like when my burner cry
see them blue lights in they down time they got murder minds
hit em two times while he outside he get kirkified
talk out the side of my neck coherently
tighten my chest, signing my check, dog whistle, y’all ain’t hearing me
lion’s mane for the clarity
hog thistle for the pain
times have changed
if i’m there to see
i’m singing in the rain
eat a fucking dick
[outro: sample]
you see, the old version of you is the version of you that’s always protected you up until now. so by trying to destroy it, you’re opening yourself up to feelings of shame and guilt, of regret and embarrassment, and those are all lower frequency emotions. whereas, when you rise above your current state of consciousness, when you raise your frequency out of this physical plane and put it into your mental and spiritual plane, then you understand that you can just direct the human, yeah?
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9. |
the fool (11/05/24)
02:46
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[verse]
runnin’ to the train
birds flutter, squirrels scamper away
while my past and my mistakes swirl around in my brain
i thank god for the new day
i really made it, i survived for the new phase
waiting while the moon wain
new luna, put it on wax
new wings, new fangs
half used to last 2 days
pull myself off the crucifix
sacrificing addictions
ma need this job so im pissin’
my daddy mackin’ and pimpin’
it’s just the shit i was given
it’s up to me to be different
son aint here but i miss him
can’t wait till i can kiss him
im stackin’ bread up until then
9000 games in 1 bootleg for christmas
nah, nigga need whatever he wishes
ima have him baped up, straight flexin’ on classmates, nigga
yo
i clear the weeds, lay pebbles in the pathway
i see my woman’s spirit and i have faith
have faith
(i know i hurt you, babygirl, i'm sorry)
(ran away)
yo
i lay my old self to rest with a kiss and rose
she did the best she could
everything i learned as a kid, i cant take
i gotta go
let me go for good
momma i pray god forgives cause i’m only a girl
all this pain and the weight of a world that said fuck you
can i trust you?
yo
“lay your old self to rest with a kiss and a rose
she did the best she could
all that shit you learned as a kid, you can’t take
you gotta go
let it go for good
baby you know god forgives and you’re only a girl
all the pain and the love in the world is here for you
i adore you"
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10. |
6000 pts.
02:40
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[intro: sample]
(-the virginia slims girl is here)
this is not a game for me, or fun, this is something that i want to live
[verse 1]
i read yo tarot cards, it said you was a faggot
money spread: wheel of fortune, fool, and strength
ratchet on my waist
check the climate ‘fore i rhyme it
cracker finger pointed at the nigger tranny
hope you understand me
she gon squeeze, you reachin’ for her family
catch some hollows, you steppin wit some turning point rhetoric
i put my life on the line cause i even said the shit
i can’t just fall into line, thread of my life get snipped
felt like i took my first breath the first time i injected it
dont tell me this aint real
“by any means” on my heels
this just me no gems no frills
i’m a woman, i’m a father
they gon color code the collars
black or brown you at the bottom
classic facism
caste system
holla if you hit
dog, the car aint ever parked cause niggas always on a mission
dont let the shit they put in yr eyes hijack yo vision
comments botted, common knowledge but it plant in our subconscious
then another tree bear strange fruit, they claim we violent
i put action to prayer
you just makin’ wishes
need the love from my niggas
im perpetually distant
seein’ skinfolk aint kinship
but they killin us all
crackers sic you against us
while they bombin these children
with the money we give em
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so tell me, who the enemy?
you only woke bout shit that pertain to you that aint real to me
judeo-christian justification for killing empathy
harassed me, made him get back, don’t getcha shit cracked
6000 points getchu a big mac off the idf app
we all complicit while we sit back, i ain’t above that
i hope i live to see my son grown
they tryna snuff that
nigga it’s luna
[verse 2]
give her that service top on a sunday
semper fedelis
i’m boymodin’ on a runway
i tuck the beretta, so if you step it’s only one way
of clearin’ your head up
bread up, chillin’ with my beyonce
you charlie and erika
i ain’t poly, but fuck all y’all niggas
i grab the mic and grab my balls
you mallgrabbin’ while you shoppin’ at dillards
pawz up on the sp303
cctv caught me castin’ spells
i’m a healer
convert the agony into scrilla
ororo munroe mixed with bandit heeler
i’d finance with a dealer before a dealership
[outro: sample]
hopefully, god-willing, by 1988 i fully hope to become a full-fledged woman of the united states.
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