EVRTHANG BABY E

On God, You gonna be rich. You heard. Chilling with my homies like all the opps gon' Die tonight. Everything baby, fuck it, Let me hiss the mic. Chilling with my homies Like all the opps gon' die tonight. Everything baby, fuck it, let me-Real shit. In the booth, spit the dew, out, damage critical. All your shit is typical, I kill shit like I Hitler do. Yeah. Making moves, bitches stupid, Play their life like PS2. Mayday, nada man came to do, everything that I Gotta get the loot. They say. R-I-P, T-O, H-I-P, H-O-P. I'ma prove them wrong by hitting fuckers with that Energy. My G's trying to get that cheese, Y'all just wanna beef. Are you nuts? No, but I'ma make them suck D's. I'm out the fucks to give, but all Them bitches press F. Making beats like every day, Lyrics dump, prepare to death. Bumping my cocko, switch the track like Ricky Flacko. Switch my language, switch the game, switch My hunger, Mr. Wayne. Getting them rappers upended, I'm in it, no limit. Can't hold me, a gun in a minute, you Lose it, I win it. talking that lyric, then Fuck, I'm not finished, it's just the beginning. The devil is grinning 'cause I am a sinner For sure, but I never kneel down. Stand straight, act wise, this the shit I need Now. Chilling with my homies like all the opps Gon' die tonight. Everything baby, Fuck it, let me hiss the mic. Chilling with my homies like all the opps gon' Die tonight. Everything baby, fuck it, Let me- I'ma keep my blood clean like Slytherin. She's a nerd, open up, I'll put my Weasley In. Ravenclaw, that's about how I keep her hips. Hufflepuff, that's about how she treat that meat. MMA style, put her in a chokehold. Tryna tuck my gnome shit in that beautiful dome Trunk. Oh, I got keys from a different door Shape. That's why my third leg's pale, gave a Gryffindor shade. And I ain't finished, may even take a Hail And I can feel this from a mile away. Hit the mic like Hollyfield hits hits. Now then, pocket change skills, peeps gon' lip tips. They talk about curtains, tryna hit licks while your Legs tips. Behind those curtains, got no day ones When it rains, it pours. Metal detector beeping, my tongue is a razor, Pause. Cut, cut, cut through the crowd. Smell the feral from your boy, chemistry teacher Gon' be proud. Kinda wanna dive in regular shit, But I'm steady rapping for my second decade. From a very big kid and I stuck to The plan, fucking 'round with the music and tryna Get paid. Better rape pain 'cause I did some More, but I start to feel pain, I will Live some more. But I can't give shit I'm Tryna sell, but y'all rather be a tool than Principle. Cannot compete with the damn gen forest. I might bleed, but I bleed keep going. Twist on my tongue like a totem, and if I rap long, just treat the shit like I Poet. I know, I know it sounds too annoying, But I be breaking bread 'cause I earned it. Leave the crowd being heard, man. West it all, became permanent. I be chilling with my homies like