Alright, we're live in the homie's backyard right now Today, me and Cordae steppin' in the cypher What's Gucci?
How can I be homosapian? I'm high as an alien Both of my lungs are in training I'm burning pounds, but not inside a gymnasium This off the cranium, this is a nuclear weapon, my bars are uranium (Ah) I'm spittin' fire This must be House of the Dragons, I'm a Targaryen I don't deal with pussies, I'm not a veterinarian (Nah) But I might educate and slap a pussy boy like a disciplinarian (Woo) I got a lotta skater homies that'll hit a ramp and do a varial I got a lotta mob ties, put you up under the sea with Ariel (Damn) I got syrup in my cereal (Yeah), I blow an O like a Cheerio (Woo) I shook his hand, but I didn't like his vibe so I used antibacterial (On God) I'm too sick, no vanerial, but I must be a disease ‘Cause the way that my competition keep on trying but dying I'm tellin' you this is a burial There he go, laying six feet while I stand 6'6″ in these new kicks Sittin' in a double R with the double-X roof print Cigar in my mouth like the cover of the blueprint This leopard interiors animalistic My middle finger's a characteristic You hear this voice in my lower intestine? That's my competition, I'm cannibalistic How can I be homosapian? I'm a fucking alien How the fuck could you say that I fell off? I just sold out a stadium Crazy I didn't have a date to prom ‘Cause now I'm like “Look who I'm marrying” I came outta Cleveland and now the timezone I'm in is Australian Wait, last week it was London, had Skepta at the function Wembley and its shutdown pre-show And we backstage, and you know what we crumblin' Stepped out 'cause the man them thought he was a big dog So I had to son him Test me and we spray like Jetski turn it to a danceoff Make 'em start krumpin'
Uh, how can I be misogynistic? I love all my bitches Grandma used to whoop a nigga with switches That was way before the switches I was just talking to Kells and he told me pull up at the crib He gon' throw on a beat (Yeah) You can be born in motherfuckin' Antarctica Promise that nigga ain't colder than me (Uh) I was just talking to God and he told me I got it Don't worry, it's all taken care of Ya'll niggas stay on the blogs, I stay on the rise So please just do not compare us (Uh) I'm from the city where niggas gon' make you pay tariffs (Yeah) Them niggas strapped like the sheriff (Yeah) Promise my whole family good if a nigga gon' perish They in my will like a Ferris Ay, hop in the coupe when in London I'm off a bar So I can't properly function Ay, I buy real estate when niggas is bored Damn, my monopoly jumpin' Ay, real music may not get the awards, but you cannot stop the consumption Ay, go outside, think you don't need a strap That was a sloppy assumption Ay, I know I'm far from a gangsta, rest in peace Juice That boy armed and he dangerous (Yeah) Run up on bro, better call you an angel My dick so long, that shit fall to my ankles Ay, stop playin', boy, I'm done with the jokes That album's trash that you dropped for them folks Disappointed but I'm Prada my coat I'm comin' soon, we unlocking the vault You might also like
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