Black Out

Puligny Montrachet with
A blunt of sour feeling like the
Man of the hour
You pushing flowers
Boy you 6 feet here
Welcome to the deep end
Now let my flow sink in
Spit a verse for every album
That your team leaking
Im tryna perfect my speech and
Precedent my presidents
The Patrick Ewing fade will make
The city feel my excellence
Make you stand still I got that
Riga-mortis rhetoric
Way pass your measurements
Dont measure this...
Finger fuck a pessimist
Still walk to work
Im so pedestrian
Tryna fuck these two
Twin lesbians allegedly
They good with them 3s like
Steph and them I wonder
If they let me in
I'm tryna intercept the
Inner septums
20... 20 vision I ain't talking bout
Elections, running with the best
And Strictly be the crest and
Hines up next thats progression
Flowing my profession
Insure you that I'm blessed
In every session

Hines up next thats progression
Flowing my profession
Insure you that I'm blessed
In every session

Cause everybody wanna clap now
Just give a nigga space when he rap now
Ain't tryna catch case when I black out
The hold crowd ducking like the mac
Out, ain't even a pull a gat out
Cause everybody wanna clap now
Just give a nigga space when he rap now
Ain't tryna catch case when I black out
The hold crowd ducking like the mac
Out, ain't even a pull a gat out

Uhh I got a trick up my sleeve
The verse ice make you
Slip in your ski's
Saźon spice
With a pinch of lawry's
Salty niggas know my
Season is arriving
I want the whole plate when
I arrive in, as long as I survive
My family good, my team is striving
Hakeem with the Dream
No Clyde with the Gliding
My niggas finna Rocket
Tired of fucking up the profits
Can't be out here spending more
Than you deposit
Stash that in your memory bank
And preparate your guidance today
A stagnant mind could
Never stabilize Pay
Its blue hunnits since the
Image of our Skies were grey
Now press rewind and
Keep my shit on replay, bitch nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Jezabel Kipp
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