Say she a lil scorpio that gonna eat up your green like a herbivore While bumping G herbo with sticky herbal in a Mitsubishi with the turbo She so fine though can't do her justice like Coretta Sides got lines and curves like a colt 9 millimeter beretta She a work of art like the Louvre so she really do whatever Was an angel when we met at first Now there ain't a trace, shits the devil's work Can't even tell if it's real like the metaverse Now we just smoking to heal the pain like ibuprofen Until the feeling ain't there or I'm a slum dog millionaire (uh) Then I'm gonna slump, God why you got a ski mask? Trickin' on some dumb dogs then we gotta skeet fast Life fucked me hard but didn't want my green cash Left me with no charge, but my phone screen black Now only got bars and my heart in a green bag Back at the start didn't really seem bad (Nah fuck that) From the start knew she was mean, bad Tell me she want a restart she didn't mean that I'll see what's lies in heaven The truth is hell, I can spy it's a weapon But I still got my juice I'll never die as a legend Had conversations with a devil from nine to seven Mind of a kumicho-any time could be the end of a line at a funeral Just mark down my time like it's Roman numerals They crossing lines like this be a sumo throw Mind of a kumicho-any time could be the end of a line at a funeral Just mark down my time like it's Roman numerals They crossing lines like this be a sumo throw Mind of a kumicho-any time could be the end of a line at a funeral Just mark down my time like it's Roman numerals They crossing lines like this be a sumo throw Got a lot going up in my dome I ain't gon' pick up my phone Got it on do not disturb better leave me alone They got a lot of them words Lot of that nerve I'm gon' stay in my lane until the whole lot of them swerve Pull out of the lot, go skrt I'm up in the Mazda- decked out in Madras Eyes redder than Madara off the Ganja Chilling with my demons- like a koori no oni Y'all cats need to chill- like Kirby's the Homie Or I could just Spaz out- No Jedi Mind Tricks This a Crack-Down- on Real-Time Told kid to put the crack down, Cuz it's Meal-TIme After six- Red-eye antics- on that Classic Shit So shit about to pop of like the top of handgrips Every artist put a drop in this canvas, Say this script rock-like Amethyst They all want a shot- like the Camera's They hate I'm a chop of the old block Not in their parameters Got what I got- and I don't stop for no amateurs Got thought for thought until they run out of stamina Nah not what I'm not They like damn it bruh They cannot stand it, Through the worse shit Ya boy's still candid I've been through worse shit so my dirt y'all can dig While I chief on a cig, Tryin' to get peace for a bit But y'all know the drill, If I want it real, gotta take it like King of the hill Until I'm the King of my ville, like F***'ing Dreamville Treat me so vile, so now I'm the villian It is so wild- never knew how I was feeling Now I see your style, it is revealing // I want folds of paper, origami My flow Aragami god eater, not on Tsunami Mind of a Swami but Rhymes come at you like Taki I'm a ninja with five stars, not no carbon copy Uzamaki type of Hokage, this flow hot as Habatchi // My living room all 36 chambers- that I bang up With Bangers somewhere a little past Bangor A 16 was the Perfect Ratio He go ham with it like Bernardo and Horatio // Flow must of come off a Dumb and Dumber intro Cause it's so ignorant the Farelly's wouldn't know I got more bars then battery on your phone That if they entered your dome it'd shatter and be blown // Just wanna Mi Medicina with a fine Senorita That would be divine like Aether Trying to power up a line so I can read my meters Think that I killed the beat dawg and went all Jack Reacher // I remember when my math teacher said I couldn't grow any number Tell that to my bank account after this Summer
