歌詞

錯誤回報

This that fresh whip
Pull the checks receipt stash, straight to the palm I’m drippin'
I been gone too long, feel like it's all different
Swear, I been always specific
In between destinations and flying over the Pacific
And all these jets that we rentin’
I seen niggas fumble with frames tryna keep up they image
I write writtens to break the bars of your mental prison
Stencil hieroglyphs with coloured pencils to Central Britain
This is potential business, the monster has awoken
And they stressed 'cause he's dressing different
And gassin' the freshest niggas, you fuckin' fantastic
And your fashion is activision
No wonder they act suspicious, they mad defensive
Man, they couldn't even grasp most practical sense
Fuck it, I'm blasted, I'm reckless
With no actual past it’s impressive
Rap is just one of my fetishes, like a dragon that’s pregnant
Young boys lyin' on they records
Baby if I say I got the cash, it’s a factual sentence
This is drastically different
That's why I had to drop the tape just to gradually shift it
Why this lil' nigga wearin' rags if he got all the riches?
Shadow boxing demons diggin’ ditches for all of these lizards
When I'm finished with 'em
And they can't understand my intentions
Man, they can't understand my inventions
Wish I had an intervention when I was stuck in intention
In ten black sheep deep, they just want us to blend in
That's what the neural net will say when the AI is sentient
I'm an art connoisseur, hope you all remember this
And tell the future Kama Sutra got the latest, let 'em in
I'm just a youngin' but I got the knowledge like a veteran

Oh my, 'nother young black boy dead again
Fuck this, 'boutta board the top off, let it rip
No shade, new figures, new clip
These niggas won't stick, try to put us in the chains
I just bought a new wrist, I just bought a new whip
Put the vision on the top, say we too hubris
Tried to kick us out the block, I been on my new shit
Man we come if you ready or not
Man I'm with the squad, they got all of the guap
We don't ever see you at the spot, they just talk a lot

Ooh, woah (ooh, yuh)
They just like to talk a lot
Ooh, woah (yuh, damn)
Yah! Nah we need a big table in the party
The big table, the one in the middle (yah!)
You already know what it is
I told you I'll be back in the city, no games
Somebody get Azi on the phone with a loud pack
Nah, nah, nah, I need a spaghetti [?]
With the olive oil and the garilc
With the motherfucking truffle fries with no cheese, nigga
We rabid, what you thought it was (yah, ay, yah!)