The Cern

[Verse 1: Nyyjerya]

First, you hit the corner, then you dump the burner

Weavin' through the shit like my name was Sojourner

I'ma take you on a journey in one direction

When I rock shit with my pop shit, pocket rocket in your noggin

You be on that opp shit, left me with no option

Niggas get the droppin' when it come to my bands

You want that real love, then you gotta understand

There's more to a bond than just flexin' on the gram

It's more to that girl than what she wanna hear

She like get up out my ear or better yet, play the rear

Caboose is loose, like the truth I'm tellin' you

My life is like an edible, take a bite and I will enter you

Exit you in a way that's pleasurable, left no residue

Just a stain up on my baby, boo

She gave me brain just like a lecture, dude

I'm feelin' intellectual whenever I am next to you

[Chorus: Nyyjerya]

Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie

That was 'round the time when niggas switched on me

I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me

I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely

Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie

That was 'round the time when niggas switched on me

I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me

I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely

[Verse 2: Nyyjerya]

And I'm back in the hood, these niggas think they know me

Hold up, bitch, you know how I'm chillin', hella low-key

How you heard about me? Who talkin' through the grapevines?

When I find out, I'mma hit 'em with my .9 nine times

That's a deadass cat, I'm speakin' deadass facts

Stop a rat in his tracks, pull out with the all-black MAC

When I'm in the skies, niggas drop like flies

My people call me Ny, I got that NY state of mind

[Interlude: Denzel Curry]

"Man, you just like all those other knuckleheads that be runnin' around here. Tryna be somethin' out yourself, by doin' evil shit. See, that's why you ain't gon' be shit, nigga! You over here, hittin' licks, talkin' bout fuckin' bitches and hoes and all of that shit. That shit ain't gon' matter, nigga. We all gon' die. You gon' die, I'm gon' die, we all gon' die. Ain't gon' make the best time on this earth and you gon' die at the age of 22. Nigga."

[Chorus: Nyyjerya]

Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie

That was 'round the time when niggas switched on me

I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me

I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely

Me and Lord Lu C N was hittin' licks, homie

That was 'round the time when niggas switched on me

I was jailed up cause a nigga snitched on me

I don't trust a soul, now I'm back on my lonely

[Outro]

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