Lord
Lord Jesus
You there
DEVOUR
Pop it like it's magic
Oh it's so tragic
Had it but I let it slip, through my fat lips
Finalize, Generate, Cash make, add liq
Make a couple beats
Throw it on a tweet
Nigga gotta eat
A nigga gotta feast
Bringing out the beast
Where the cash app please
F*ck that, nigga where the cash at G?
I want it all, nigga that's on meeeeee!
Gotta do better
I will not stop until I'm the main header
Or I might blow up like f*cking Heath Ledger
My skin light but my mind's full of terror
Hanging by the threads man I'm ready to tear
Runnin up - Not away from the city yeah
Pottin & I'm plottin on a the East Lair
Singin on these tracks like I'm John Meyer
My nigga you can sing like you John Meyer
But if you mumblin', speak up, and make it clear
This is our year
World on a ball yeah
Feel like Uncle Rico in the studio I'm going ham
Po-Po-Porky Pig say th-th-that's all folks
Sick n tired of people treatin my life like a damn joke
Oh Woah Woah
Big smoke big stoke
Can't nobody tell me how to play my own damn role
6 Man off the bench yo I give it then I go
Louie Will up in my blood
How I pick it and I roll
Black hole
Peep how our black stars, explode
Got my niggas dodgin dark matter movin' like it's vogue
Will power maxed out
Never bend, never fold
Jumppin off of this ship
But I ain't going rouge
My ancestors know
It be the mind over ho