It's a art
I woke up early on my born day and
When I cop some Newports switch them into... (cough, cough)
Wrote this when I smoked my first blunt
Me and friend just drunk a cup of wine for lunch
And I told him imma go in like my pops did nine months before this day
Pause
I get this bitch bumping like a fish fry
And your bitch saying Danny Brown is so fly
Stuck it in her apple like American Pie
Thought I was doing makeup how I put it round her eye
But that's neither here nor there, do these niggas even listen when I'm all over the snare? No
They don't like my voice on the internet, but what the fuck you think we having, nigga, phone sex?
Fag ass I'll put you in a chokehold and
Run as fast as I can and jump in the air till my hair
Forms the shape of a cape and slam you right on your face
Play with me if you want to, used to be in BK (Brooklyn)
With travelling Bantus and ya'll niggas Gonzo porn
Clowns getting fucked, my flow got that fresh off the bud night smell
Up all night like Dave Atell writing shit
And I bet you can tell that this nigga been through it
From a concentration camp but ain't nobody jewish
Tryna find the underground railroad open door flow line sort of like a billboard
Paid for a room sweet 3/16/81 was out the womb with a purpose that you're gonna see soon
CHECK!
Fresher than some baby powder shining like some baby oil
Pill before that dope shit that's what the fuck you pay me for, for
Cause nigga this that D-fitted rap
So if you don't get it go and cop another cap
This that Detroit home grown
So don't confuse me with that Detroit home grown
I want another zone, motherfucker, I'm a hybrid
So you know the price a little higher, used to watch McGyver
Catching context two mommies smoking joints in the back
Whoever thought her son had a flow so crack
Oh so piff
Oh so gifted so blessed bars leave niggas uplifted
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