You see the sky tonight?
Yeah,
it's sorta like a scene out of a submachine dream
I still slap boxcodes with my hands creatine
You'll smell the black rose of sin,
the prince of ethereal pains
Why you rap God's cry over hoes that creep dry winds?
Seven figures buried at a real genetic house
Told your bitch keep her pussy in a blouse,
you flexed stale swap
That's what them rappers fly out,
and I don't even want their head
That pussy smell dead,
it's a omen,
I'm written by design,
I'm the God of poem
Yo,
Perry,
count the fetty,
Freddy,
load the letty,
licking Tommy guns
Headshot,
them bullets hell hot,
red beams,
they swing walls like lightsabers
This that Mike Tyson leap up,
meridian night,
sway clock
Bolivian farm, liaison don, come get me Yo,
hit him in his leather, leave his head cracked
open That's how you drop top Benzenecker
I traffic keys out of a time machine,
I'm calculating long cream
It's sorta like a scene out of a submachine dream,
traveling red beams,
yeah
I traffic keys out of a time machine,
I'm calculating long cream,
that's right
It's sorta like a scene out of a submachine dream,
traveling red beams
And now my frozen soul's black and I
got cold veins like Erika in traffic
It's still this hour,
screwdriver still feel the power For niggas praying to Judas in God's
lobby Bullets that travel the conduits of your
body Selassie, huevo, smuggle blowin' tobago
A couple lows in the snake hole,
it's bundled up like shaved bones
So when you see me in Brazil,
I got it weighed in,
I like my reign thin
I only sell the story and the hidden painting
It's like the dead bodies on a walk home under
the porch,
knowin' your heart beats up a notchin' But you still watchin',
don't ever
mock the cries of the ill-forgotten I
bury you in skies under moon pockets,
your
blood rhythm mixin' the solar system The
blink in the sky look like a third eye,
I merge with your dead homie, I could soul-sign
I traffic keys out of a time machine,
I'm calculating long cream
It's sorta like a scene out of a submachine dream,
traveling red beams
I traffic keys out of a time machine,
I'm calculating long cream
It's sorta like a scene out of a submachine dream,
traveling red beams