(Intro: Bass volcanic, snares gunshot, vinyl inferno)
DJ Scratch: "Ignite the powderkeg—let’s burn the ceiling! Y’all ain’t ready for this magma flow… THREE, TWO, ONE—"
[Hook 1]
Henny on my lips, cash-vision in my iris,
Spotlight’s scalpel cuts the dark—I’m the virus.
Shawty’s spine a helix, crowd’s pulse synced to my taxes,
Life’s a loaded die—I roll sixes, no passes!
Steel choir singin’, thighs clappin’ dividends,
Cops ghostwrite my saga—I’m the end where it begins!
[Verse 1]
Stride through smoke, shadows bow to my eclipse,
Blue faces screamin’—pocket’s a crypt, no eclipse.
Diamonds blizzards on my neck, hoes monsoons on my lap,
Broke tongue? Speak in bullet dialects—click-clap.
Glock serenades ribs, “loyalty’s a blood-oath”,
Die upright, king’s gambit—checkmate in my throat.
Poles snakin’ lightning, my stack makes it thunder,
Bathroom hymns—walls tattoo “sin” under her wonder.
[Pre-Hook]
"Ayo, DJ—spin the globe, let the 808s hemorrhage!"
Crisp Franklins fan flames, stripper heels carve hieroglyphs.
[Hook 2]
Henny on my lips, cash-vision in my iris,
Spotlight’s scalpel cuts the dark—I’m the virus.
Shawty’s spine a helix, crowd’s pulse synced to my taxes,
Life’s a loaded die—I roll sixes, no passes!
[Verse 2]
Cash Frankenstein—I bolt life into dead presidents,
Trap symphony, every block’s my concerto instrument.
Cognac curves, PhD in grind—check her résumé,
VIP sheets drape laws we defibrillate.
Crew’s a wolfpack, jaws jack the roof’s spine,
Cross me? Your eulogy’s a hashtag, no shrine.
[Bridge]
Razor’s edge waltz—thumbprint on Death’s textbook,
Prize瞳孔dilated—if you ain’t chaos, you’re footnote stock.
"Ain’t no rewind, just fast-forward to the casket!"
Pyroclastic flow—hood’s heartbeat in my jacket.
[Verse 3 (New)]
Graffiti lungs—exhale bills, inhale gunpowder Psalms,
From project crypts to throne, I rewrote the algorithm.
Shawty’s sweat baptizes, neon crucifixes,
Cops sirens? Just the choir to my wickedest scriptures.
Fingerprint the skyline, every scar’s a bar graph,
Legacy’s a Molotov—crash the Louvre, steal the Carthage.
Life’s a roulette—spin the block, let the slugs pick fate,
My shadow’s a revolution, time zones combust in my wake.
[Instrumental Break]
(DJ scratches morph into a saxophone ablaze, sub-bass quakes—crowd chants turn tribal.)
[Hook 3 (Double-Time)]
Henny’s lava, cash tsunamis—tectonic grind,
Spotlight’s guillotine—kingdoms rise where I rewind!
Shawty’s sweat writes scriptures, crowd’s a cult of my design,
Life’s a diamondback—strike first, let the venom define!
[Outro]
To the stacks we baptized, shells we parole,
Hoes archipelagos—my ocean, no control.
This bible’s barrel-thick—doubters, eat the ghost,
Peace… (mic drop—silence detonates the coast).
MaryJane420
