Gay
Fray
Spray
I pray
Today
Tina
Fey
It’s sunny
It’s May
It’s kiss
It’s KAY
It’s smelly
Decay
It’s runny
It’s okay

The same hoes used to blow me off
Now them hoes on my line tryna blow me off

Wrote em off
Like a tax attorney
Kill posers for a career
They get taxidermied

Everything gets kept neat
Penitentiary bed sheets
Knots fly out the window
I'll be gone when the feds sweep

Lights glowin off the psilocin
Mind open
Fake geeks pass off the work
They're just vibe codin

i got a mouth to feed
so i stayed lowkey
i went OT, out in OC
newport beach
crib with the old V
steps from the beach
and hustled till i had more dollars than grains of sand under my feet

You climbed mountains and built skyscrapers.

You made TV shows and put out newspapers.

You were wicked good at doing stocks.

You liked it when Emilio would change your socks.

We never hung out and that makes me sad.

All the good times we could've had.

But when I die, Uncle Preston, you better say "Cheers".

Cause when me and you are hanging at the pearly gates, I'll bring the beers. I'll bring the beers.

pause

🤨

Melding conscious into scifi
This tainted acid
Turn the fest into a mind hive
Transform
Axolotl off the idiodine
Fans form a tower
Human Babel on the skyline

I relish my dawgs but never have time to catchup, I’m just being frank

If my glizzy jams when I run up I’ll claim I’m a youtuber, bro it’s a prank! 😨 (it’s just a prank bro I swear to god)

why is your fine shyt calling me fine shyt
you going thru her phone tryna find s***
what are you gonna do go and cry b****
run up one me go on and try s***?
f*** it i don’t mind s***

9 bars:
Full frontal nudity, Full Metal Jacket
Sweep a whole blunt under the rug
Pick a poison Bel Biv
Jookin in the dark to COA Babii
They forgot to pick the funk up
Maybe I’m f***ing crazy
I forgot how to rhyme
I forgot how to flow
Repeating digit money

Working on an art form called anti-rap

Maybe a way to make anti-rap is to just “rap” into a mic with no flow, no rhymes, and THEN make the beat around it but the beat also has no set rhythm you just kinda place everything around the “rap”

andre 3000 recorded the vocal for solo (reprise) years before it was released and he didn’t know any of the instruments or anything added to it until the album came out

How about aunty rap and it's about how much she loves her pet cat and how you're her favorite nephew

Working on an art form called anti-rap
cause I refuse to be a slave to where the brand is at
This forum needs new direction like a handy map
So watch me fold the paper up and watch the xannys stack

Bullets like IUDs
They fit you pussies to a tee

we on a boat somewhere remote
sparkly float poured down ya throat
nowhere to go, we is alone
the boat is what i own so she's not a loan
makin' her moan, raising the tone
her savings on 'o, but she pay it with dome
i'm making it snow, i came on her nose
from the bay to the road, i'm slangin' them Os
i'm bangin them hoes, my hands on 'em, choke
get blammed with a rope, you're animal smoke
dont blame me, man it's ya ho, we're amicable
im slammin her holes with my ramming it slow
how can it be cold when ya ma'am is so hot
i hang up the phone, cuz i'm planning a lot

is rock back?!!

Thats too easy

im at the broad station
i call it the broad station
cause that’s where the broad stationed