CYPHER

Everybody bugging me, it's too many pests People starve from overpopulation, who needs that? So when I send shots at you that's just routine check You'll get licks at your whip, that's that full clean Jetting off like Mutta Nanba, move along Thiago like that chupacabra, Cookie Monster Majin Buu, shit I be like them few combined I'm feasting to make up for when I couldn't They sneak up on you 'cause this world is at its fullest I think 8 billion is just way too much Unless it's 8 billion in my pocket, that ain't enough If you see me and Nick eating the rich then say what's up We might save you a slice, I cut off plenty of tongues I like the heart of these chickens, the more aortas the better Is it meat or keys? When I play with organs whichever Adore the gore in my gizzards, Miles Evans could never But I won't speak for him, I'll just let the man tell ya I don't want that shit in my meals I spin in my chair, thoughts enter throw the air I'm just a conduit, findin' shit, hypothesize and posit it Father father I'm a bitch Gave up on some existential cosmic shit, I'll admit I'm too tense for these issues Need massages deep tissue We divide and conquer fuck you talkin' I got heat missiles Yes, I'll indeed diss you, and call it accidental Knowin' that I aimed to kill like shots from police pistols It's peace till I'm pressed, brought a priest to God bless you Like, "Aw yes, aw yes y'all it" on, that's true Bought a pot a pestle just to ground powder and pesto Stock is escrow, selling pounds out the restroom CD house man I'll go halfsies on it, daddy owns it They copy cats well copy that man, come rap along then What the fuck is happenin' homie? I'm 24, ain't got no kids But I been busy with these rappers that I'm chaperoning Said why this powder on me? Black mask, black jacket, all in my dirty laundry Ash burn quick and dash, like my little homies Still got the stars in my eyes see how they glisten on me Product of my bigger homies Outright, South by the destination, slide by Open up the party for the neighbors yelling outside Swiping all they data on the low, I'm stealing WiFi Patiently I'm waiting for my time, I rise The light here in my mirror will die out quickly I moved a lightyear, and I fear, I'll die by Whitney I put my life here, and I steer with my eyes spinnin' Revoke my license, the hyphen, is I'm not kidding Bitch, I need a G-Class, black and white with the seat back Fogging up all the glass, she asking me did I see that Asking me where the weed at, hit her back with that "ah haha" Bitch You gotta bring your own See I'm a gentleman, Bitch, I take my shoes off to fuck She sayin' thank you, you didn't have to do that for us I got my cooler full of mula put the cubes in my cup 24 karat, you think 2 is enough, you should be embarrassed I mean take a look at who's in the mud, we livin' lavish In a *poof* I get that news hop in the coupe in a rush Watch how the Cuban combust See this is luxury, it's tongue in cheek This everything you wanna be but you isn't us You gettin' fucked, got all the time and the funds Bitch I'm a diamond you dumb, they must Not really know what I'm on, listen to shit I can trust That payroll, they see me ridin' by they know I'm really that fine from all angles A be seein' all that shit they talk Loopin' round they head lookin' like halos DJ spinnin' my shit like it's an arachnid Evade my taxes, Because I'm that bitch Hand a fade to a mark ain't talkin' Mavericks I'm really that bitch, I swear to god I'm really that bitch 5'6" but this niggas dick is bigger than average I recollect and collect respect while I'm countin' my cabbage I know they binging my shit like I'm chilling with Babish Macho since quatro, Dottie a savage I dance on beats, don't need lessons, baby I made this quiz, who you testing, baby? Ain't seen God, but I'm a blessing, baby Westside Murtaugh, lethal weapon, baby Now why the fuck they go and get me riled up? This beat gon' make me talk my shit and throw the mile up Durango, park my whip, energy now what? Django, spark my clip, enemies piled up Now? Etch my name inside the halls please No joke GOAT, ain't ever pick up a Spaulding The job's not done, that's why they fuckin' called me I can't have love? I want power, Halsey Bitch