Nyctophilia

[Produced by Soulstruck]

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

[Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis]

Ain't no rich nigga, no bitch nigga

But I still take a rich nigga's bitch

Bitch you clocking on, she jocking off, she topping off the whole Era clique

That pussy drip, but none of my Pros had touched the clit

That shit must hurt, but karma hurt way worse

So I hope some nigga ain't fucking my bitch when I'm out here doing this verse

When I'm out here doing my dirt

When I'm out here putting in work

When I'm out here copping some work

When I'm out here let me hit Kirk

Let me see if these niggas really, really want war

Cause I heard these niggas really, really be soft

And I hurt these niggas if I heard these niggas really, really had beef with any of my niggas

But I ain't no killer

I'm apex [?]

Put the Pro first cause you know we vets

R.I.P.  S-T-double E-Z, yes

And you know it's easy, yes

It's D-I-M-E-Z

They like D-I-M-E-Z throw the pussy at your [?]

So I never have to fiend

I'm too real for you

Showing off my skills for you

I finished this verse at 1 AM so I called this Nyctophilia

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]

Finish him, Scorpion

Reactions as a tortoise

Where my reinforcements step into your fortress

Ol' Dirty Bastard, you are nothing to an orphan preaching to Picasso

So how to make the pieces of your portrait

A little bit less square

The motherfucking father figure

Cause I'm the best here

Comparing yourself to me, you niggas ain't thinking right

Buddy you Sierra Mist

That's compared to Dirty Sprite

I'm the future of this shit, I ain't talking Future's wife

Shout out to P.E., these niggas ain't physically fit

Me and Dyemond and Nyck running through hoes like the six

Ex-tend your arm, cause I rap from the pit

So it's a must that all of my niggas drop gangsta shit

U-L-T to the death of me

Give a fuck about the black and white

You could be a zebra combined with a referee

See now nigga that's real abrupt

Wrote this shit for Nyck so I guess I guees it’s Nyctophilia

[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]

I say, who the fuck is this?

Nycky pissed don't ever doubt it

Me and Dyemond dropping diamonds, under pressure 'till we sprouted that

That's a flower out the concrete

I see you cowards talking

Comedy, but in person y'all want harmony

And that shit don't make no sense

Y'all just bother me, you ain't got no heart, no artery

And why would I waste my art on garbage with no fucking artistry?

So on that note switch the topic

I ain't brushing on it any longer

I see my future, you ain't even know I'm ready for it

Drop my woman for these milestones that I'm reaching

Plus she need some time to grow

Now who I'm lying to?

She just keep on texting, but who the fuck replying?

It ain't me, I cut these strings

She's a puppet, I'm implying that it's nothing

I won't hold my breath to find another interruption

I don't mean to trip, but what I've seen is just disgusting

So I keep it raw then fuck a broad that got the common interest

And then it's right back to the music, my regards

But I toss them when I'm finished

Treat these women like cigar

Clips, Nycky in the present just ain't feeling ya

Deleted that text at 2 AM so I call this Nyctophilia

Nyctophilia, that Nyctophilia

Gimme that neck when I got my check

These hoes ain't really feeling ya

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S

See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S