Climate Change

Part I

[Intro]

And, the best new artist is; me

[Verse]

Bitch, just do your job, hot potato pass to me

Bitch, I got that fire, it's all in my arteries

Gotta let it out, please don't step too hard to me

I might peep you out

Smoking on that Singapore, I be gettin' too high

Walk around like Eeyore, my cards keep getting charged

I don't even think you picked before, this bitch hoppin' on my rod

Whole lot of nights I ain't eat before, that's what left me scarred

Now here come the commodities

I was down broke, now getting up now, they got ornery

Yeah, I got swole on me, pull up with a bitch named Josephine

Niggas used to joke with me, now I'm gettin' it how it 'posed to be

UNO! You know I pull up pull your card

Suduko, play with him put somethin' between yo' eyes

Ride around with a gangsta lean, you know that I beat the odds

Know that I keep the flame with me, this one stay in, this one don't come outside

Bullet chew like corn on cob

Hit yo' lung or pancreas, now yo mother 'bout to sob

Told you not to play with him, bitch head bomb just like Saddam

Ballin' like palladium, bitch hit his head it make me cry

Can't fuck with a nigga that you choose

These lil' niggas go no use

Ball on a nigga like Jodie

Pull up in Honda, 6 deep

This bitch tryna sitch me

Pull up in a bitch like [?]

Pull up in yo' city, tsunami, leave yo' hoes debris

Ball on a bitch like Concord

Do it again and again like encore

These lil niggas know I got flows for days, that's why I'm alive for

Got that shit on propane, this ain't Star Wars

That bitch do what I say, she's a cyborg

We left, he ain't feelin right

"What's up doc'?, need a check-up"

Fuckin' on the world, I think that bitch need a epidural

Fuckin' on that, uh-huh, that bitch need a epidural

I'm fuckin' on [?] block [?]

Part II

[Verse]

[?] think it's time to check up

Fuckin' on the world, I think that bitch need a epidural

Trauma reoccurring, clean that pistol off until it's sterile

Spin the block with wood beat contusion pockets Terry Crews'in

Beat the block and crucial chop it down like yeah see fam you it

Yo bitch, that's a mucus, she just swallow, that bitch ain't chewin'

He get all the pape' together swear that it cut like cotton sweater

I could feel your heartbeats, strapped like a carseat

Spray him like a artist, they don't want know Arby's

[?] sardine, they won't never harm me

[?], [?] Darlene

[?], [?] in the crib take all that

[?], I don't know what to call that

Put it on the card, somethin' like a blackjack

Pull up to your hood knocked down on all the doors

Like, nigga, give me my ball back

I'm through like a javelin

I'm swollen like a cavity

Your birth was an accident

I'm in the air like pathogens

I took your bitch to the Motel 6, no Radisson

I'm accurate, I ravagin'

I X'd the score on accident