Crip walkin' on my blood clots,on a mission/ Got kicked off of Tic Tock, on suspension/ Got flipped off by my ex,she gotta temper/ Dipped out with my friend, when we lived on Center------- I'm on addition hewmiee, you're on subtraction hewmiee/ I got them digits hewmiee,you lost a fraction blow me/...a bag of chipsssss/ my hina's all of this/ I grab her hip-hip-hippa-law hips....gynocologist...its time for all the crip/ walkin' ,stick drawin'/ lips lockin',puttin' your sick thoughts in/ side of a zip-lock twin/ double ,identity,all seeing eye,mentally/ I'm bout to repent ,eventually /you're about to dip,pretencously/ we about to sip, then we pee/ tendencies off the hinges ,jeez/ I've lost my friendly steez/ this isn't the end ,but believe/ we livin' in the sus -pended history they leave/ put the truth ,I'm out this booth/ bout to swoop....I'm out...I'm out...powww.....This is just the beginning, the buh- beginin' of end/as soon as you lend me an ear, seriously my pen/ starts ghost writtin',I'm so hyped when/ I throw lightnin',on a cold night when/ I go igniting, the whole sky in/-side of the sky's firmament/ courts adjurned the kids,have learned to skip/ school cuz' the shits worse than it/ would've been, had they not been submerged in his-/ history been mysteries and the centuries/ aren't when they claim they were/ it's lame and sure,it's just a game and work/ they gaslight us,so we feel shamed, burned/ done been in the game,earned,my sweat stained shirt/ standin' in the rain,dirt,splashin' waves,dirt/ drop the chain,first/ til the ayne-kerrr, hits the level plane,third/ rock from the sun,awkward and stunned/ coughin' up, fuckin' hawkin' a lung / Optimus prum ,octapuss rum/ put a lock in a sock and rock you like drums/ like the crooked cops in the slums/ waffles and buns,I'm droppin' it once/ so you better grab it ,cuz', I'm the savagest one/ you couldn't fathom the muc/ I'm about to run,bustin' caps at the punks/ that try and tackle my stunts/ smokin weed out of apples,I'm drunk/ giving away my Raps is just fun/ gettin tired ,take a nap or just come / to the back and be drunk/ I've actually snuck,back to the past and it's fun/ stashing my guns,never bashful This is just the beginning, the buh- beginin' of end/as soon as you lend me an ear, seriously my pen/ starts ghost writtin',I'm so hyped when/ I throw lightnin',on a cold night when/ I go igniting, the whole sky in/-side of the sky's firmament/ courts adjurned the kids,have learned to skip/ school cuz' the shits worse than it/ would've been, had they not been submerged in his-/ history been mysteries and the centuries/ aren't when they claim they were/ it's lame and sure,it's just a game and work/ they gaslight us,so we feel shamed burned/ ........What do you call a Rolling 60's gangster with cash stuffed in his socks,hewmieeee??? ...hewmiee ...CRYPTOOOOO CURRENCY..you so gettin on my nerves ,just pleae...stop tryna be a funny guy/ you run the the lines/ til it's time to undermine/ goodniii
FlatNasty
