Black lights

Dear all you little rappers here I'm finna black light

Pure carbon in the atmosphere turning the black lights

Too cool I hula hoop with Cuban chains

Who can change the frequency and move the game?

Who maneuver through the pain?

Who the truest to the name?

Who do you, do you acclaim, you are lame?

You, and you, and you, and you the same?

Oh fuck it homie do your thang

I ain't in got stressed for this one

I be bumpin' Dipset, getting sets of dips in

Flexing different, make you niggas cut a check to kick it

Man tell 'em it's a easy run

If you the best you the easy one

I'm a nigga with a attitude, I Snoop, Cube, Dre and Eazy son

Line 'em up like the Yeezy's coming

Got 'em shook like Jesus coming

Fuck peace, get a piece or something

Everyday we smoke at least a onion

Get some vegan piece of Mac and cheese or something

Can't believe the day imagine me with nothing

Heaters bucking in my hood and we was ducking

Reaper coming, repercussions squeeze the drum and

Make it even, even preachers running

I take the kids and teach 'em something

They don't fuck with me for nothing

We agree to this on me to leave 'em something

Keep it coming, keep it coming

Ain't no secret fuck with me, and I'ma Ether something

Even keep it peaceful feed me beats and keep me blunted

God body, God body, the young God hard body

Hard top big body, talk tough get bodied

She down to be in my DMs, John Gotti, Yo Gotti

My Saint Laurents go prolly, I ain't playing with nobody

I'ma fuck around and had to murk a nigga

Make a verse 'bout one of you niggas and go hurt a nigga

It don't concern a nigga in about the paper player hater

Perpetrator greatest innovator ever nigga

Get down like James Brown in "Funky"

Man watch you girlfriend 'cause she want me

And you're not me, you can't stop me

Man, you who's on me gon' block me

They drop so cocky, it's not me

I did not need to say that

But I take the drop-top to the top speed

And to catch me you need godspeed

If you bitch stare, I shift clauses and switch gear like a five speed

I don't dig these artist niggas push my buttons and get me started but my cause is greater

The shear mechanics of a nigga in the hood is known to take your bitch to alternator

God body, God body, who is God? Y'all prolly—

Think God exist, outside of y'all body

I ain't playing with nobody

Yellow Lamb red Ferrari, look like KYLE and Lil Yachty

Heard your metaphors and your punches

I ain't diggin' out a damn line

Jesus Christ wouldn't cross me

And I'ma blow up 'cause I landmine

Allah align the stars create the path

Made sunshine from many moons

Through your soul all it is a sacred math

Wait wait hold up let me take that back

I said Jesus crosses Allah

Allah align stars, suns, moons (Bars)

Made sunshine, mars

And your soul is all sacred math

It's cosmic because the solar is sacred math

I could out Ramadan and break his fast

Excuse my french like my Moroccan brother

'Bout to make fans dessert rappers like that album cover

Y'all don't deserve me, y'all niggas lame

My shit too early, my shit is perfect

Only way I'm a fuck-up, is if I do that shit on purpose

What's these niggas purpose? Most these niggas worthless

Fuck we gon' do when all that shit [?]

Man you lie, man you really hurt us

I should serve you as you would diss for dips serves

I should go and get your bitch some dick service

Make her cum, give me mouth and lip service

Tell these pussy niggas hop up off my sack

I am from the hood where ain't no fathers at

But I'm at just like my father met

I'll be flexing thinking that I'm Hercules

While your momma clap, just like my momma clump

Think I'm a chump, how you wanna act?

Oh Hercules! Hercules! Hercules!

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