Hive

Promise Heron I'll put my fist up

After I get my dick sucked

Quick buck, maybe a gold chain

With that fucking flow the system so belittles

Man, they tentatively tend to turn and go when I am finished

Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas, nigga listen

The description doesn't fit, if not a synonym of menace

Then forget it, in turn these critics and interns

Admitting the shit spitted, just burn like six furnaces

Rent, it'll fix learning them digits and simultaneously

Dispelling "one-trick-pony" myths, isn't he?

One adolescent, fucking six nigga energy

Crawling down 'Fax like a rich nigga centipede

Crack ceramic and slap a hand out of cash account

Stamp and shouting, thrashing, these niggas done let the Kraken out

Crack-a-lackin, like snap, crackle, poppin' your ammo or

Hide your face, and throw your flannels off, Sweatshirt, nigga

'87 roof top rising

Whipping hoopties, tryna boost raw chronic

Brutus in that booth, double scoop, hock vomit up

Sub rocking thud knocking niggas teeth loose

Bruh, I don't fuck with no cops Rolling with that flow swamp

Catch me over stove top (Rapping to that coke rock)

Passionless in old Jive clothing with them doors wide open

Dim the floor lights focused

Like it’s nothing, cause it’s nothing, bitch

From that city that's recession-hit, where stressed

Niggas could flex metal with pedal to rake pennies in

Desolate testaments trying to stay Jekyll-ish

But most niggas Hyde and Brenda just stay pregnant

Breaking news that's less important when the Lakers lose

It's lead in that baby food, hands try to make it through

Fish-netted legs for them eyes that she cater to

Ride dirty as the fucking sky that you praying to

So here I sit, eye in the pyramid

God spit it like it's truth serum in that beer and then

(Poof) Disappear again, reappear bearded on

Top of a lear steering it into the kid's ear again

Provider of the backdrop music

For the crack rock user and the mascot, Earl

Rawer than the skin, knee cap on that black top

Salivary glands lighter fluid for the matchbox

Striking, wait, who the fuck you badder than?

Boy oh boy, I'm bad as burnt pollo off the grill and shit

Spitter of the little nick, nimble rick rolling bitch

Niggas pick litter, piff-blower, plus I pillage shit

Quit with all that tough talk, bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit

Come around, we gun 'em down, bodies piled, Auschwitz

Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed

I'm ready to kill, so test it, all my weapons is real

Selling thizz, couldn't tell him what the recipe is

Got 'em wishing that they never gave these weapons to kids, cheers

Send chills up spines of fat bitches after

Shows throwing out sandwiches, niggas get it how they

Live and I live for money, other words, I'm getting money

Little boy taught me when it's time to ride, they'll send him for me

Ain't nobody scaring me, niggas ain't prepared for heat

Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit

If this was '88, I would have signed to Ruthless

'94 would have had them walking down Death Row

First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do

Voice inside my head told me wet 'em if they test you

So it's raging water season

That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless

Everybody hard until it's only God they seeing

Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it

But to each his own, I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome

Heat your home like Southern California Gas, police pass

Tell 'em free Smalls, off Palm with the heat drawn

Strapped up long as the chief for police armed

Raised where the beasts are, north of the Beach

A couple streets past Baby Jay, bony niggas spraying Ks

Ruger with the pork face, Jewish for the court case

Here to save you niggas from the sorbet, Coldchain

Like it's nothing cause it's nothing, bitch