Da Next Day

I think it's time for us to stir the pot

Like the feelings in the bitter broad

Because you hurt a lot

And yes I've been abroad

Because I work a lot

See we done did it all, still busting like he jerk it out, it's nothing

Like riding a Huffy

Or my little brother James out there slanging them puppies

Slanging superstar dick 'til she say that she love me

Rap's Underground Railroad, but nothing's above me, shit's lovely

We stay blooming like a Spring Break

Flower child, Cadillac look like a cheese plate

Crack a smile like a gator with his mouth closed

Our crocodile's from the Nile, yeah, we copped those

Calendar book like library got shows

You can ask my nigga Welch, these are not jokes

Or you could ask for my help, I said the life boat

A life raft for your rift-raft ass, I get classy

Like you just got a scholarship

Or like a Waffle House waitress with a dollar tip

Don't let them see you sweat, fuck all the parlor tricks

Better gone, get some gold, fuck that dollar, bih

I'll, Daddy Fat on the kill boy

Keep the party going, never was a kill-joy

I know you feel, boy

That's me in third-person

Sometimes I get beside myself, I call it soul searching

Words in sentences in parentheses

Everything quotable, bitch remember this

And take these with ya

Sack one, sack two in ya jaw on your knees with' ya

We spit universes

Birthing worlds with words, from darkness came the Big Boomiverse

Facts: I never met my match

But niggas now rather listen to the rumors first

This shit's empirical, they're still fearing to the last bitch MC eliminated uses his dying breath to proclaim me the most lyrical

God, they done damned up the flow, Sammed up the bo

Came through the door saying this same shit before

Fuck nigga, bring back hop-hip

These suckas sound slow, but it don't stop shit

Damn sure not this

What I know so far: true fusion only occurs at the heart of a star