Bend it over, she spread her fudge stripe with her vienna fingers

Nutty Bih call my lil pecan sandy, succ me till I’m fine n dandy

COKE ON HER NOSE AS SHE READS VOGUE

SHE TREATS IT LIKE A BIBLE SHE WANTS TO MODEL

NAOMI IS HER IDOL SHE’S SUICIDAL

HER PARENTS NEVER LIKED HER ALL THEY DO IS BUY HER

GUCCI AND LOUIS VINTAGE CHANEL JEWELRY

IT FEELS NEW TO ME BUT TO HER ITS MEANINGLESS

HER FRIENDS ARE PLASTIC SHE’S THE MEANEST CHICK

WE TALK ABOUT LOVE AND HOW CHEAP IT IS

SHE SINGS ALONG TO BLONDE BY FRANK OCEAN

SHE HAS NO SELF CONTROL OVER HER EMOTIONS

SHE SCREAMS SPREAD MY ASHES IN PACIFIC OCEAN

HER BROKEN HOME LEFT HER BROKEN

POP A PILL NOW SHE’S FLOATING

DREAMS MONEY CAN BUY

DRIVING DOWN RODEO DRIVE

I MET A FALLEN ANGEL IN CALABASAS OUT NOW

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i’m more fried than chicken thighs from popeyes
baked out my mind like a freshly made pot pie
brain all scrambled eggs, feet under restless legs
pourin special k like it’s breakfast i should go to bed

Abstract the art that they would paint of you
I’m on 106 & Park if you Free, I’m cute

There’s always that one person
Usher my boo

Who else gon bring me Euphoria
if not Rue

Nose steady growin’
if my words untrue

I got new desires
now that I’ve found you

Keyshia Cole,
now that I’ve found you

Amy Winehouse back to black
You know I’m no good

I solemnly swear
that I’m up to no good

Marauders map
I’m tip I’m Q

Abstract the art that they would paint of you
I’m on 106 and Park if you Free, I’m cute

Dark rooms with the tunes
Gold grill shining
2am zero hour with the cop sirens
Inner city blues they done made the news
Contemplating on the s*** while I grip the tool
Wonder when’s my expiry, it’s all bout timing
Running up all of these bands the risk get blinding
Calculating all my steps, move quick as lightning
Phone buzzing off the charts got bricks to fly in

Forgo well wishes, leave welts
F*** loose leaf, split flame, meld
Autumn step fronto chest my dawg expelled
...with a big yell that it's our year
His conviction got me compelled

bars upon bars

The motion of life keeps on going
Whether we submit to it or not.
We're stricken with strife, but alas, we're flowing

Lots of locomotion, but we're far from the votes in

They put something bad in this Chinatown jazz
Keep it suburban, they can't step on the grass
Don't breath the air or hop in a bath
Shammgod, watch me light up this glass
In the process I trust, processed food gone to mush
Eightball rush, crank bug DARE officers in the bush
Flyin' in puss, heat treated, and dushed
Officer Monk, clean the b**** up after I bust

brother it is tuesday

I didn't bump the thread

brother it is tuesday

i could get lost in the mix around these nuts
put lead in your stomach like stanley cups

the bars still dropping in this thread
may not be a friday, but we still walkin with our heads

For every critic saying kids control the future
There's a stage mom and Nickolodeon producer
Nettspend just got ground from the computer
Did a late show and couldn't call himself an Uber
Say it's old fashioned; they're dressed like the millennium
Hand me down rappers in the style that I left for them
I'm baggin' on 'em, jincos look like Aladdin on em
Ain't got the palette for 'em, not even at an auction
I'm bearish but the valley bought in
Padding son resume like Sally Hawkins (ain't that a b****)

tell a munafiq to go play in traffic
as soon as the tax hit they start hitting backflips
like mental gymnastics
confined to a bracket, imma swing me a racket
might get me a hat trick
peel off in the wind and tally bands with my bandits
call me mullah/moula I’m about my profit

classique in this b**** tonight
i might come thru looking rich tonight
i might come thru in some comme des nikes
everybody looking they know they nice
gq fresh im conde nice
oops i meant nast like an asap boy
you could get like thrashed like asap boy
clock 420 we gone blaze that boy
classique 1 of 1 cant replace that boy
big ass engine wanna race that boy?

just left the gym my muscles dying
my homie saw your mother crying
cause she saw her son was dying
that’s what happen when you people try me
i can’t take no disrespect
your mind and body disconnect
your whole crew staying whack
my whole crew slanging crack
we pushing lacs getting daps packing waps selling packs

healthy over wealthy
but equate the same thing
what will fame bring
the latter but you just fake climbing
perfect timing if patience
consistence, precisely
guess what youll be finding
just divine aligning

false believers

im finna see drake in two days
what kid cudi do to lupe
i got goons to make you pay
i got tacos from guadalupe
ice spice the fart she the poopy
this green dream got me real loopy
goin stupid
goin dumb
i can f*** yo b**** hard w my thumb
livin my lifestyle however i want
soulja twitch moment when i deepthroat the blunt!
i coulda f***ed her ass but i nutted on her c***