I.D.L.E.

K okay I heard they talkin bout competition
Me I was just chillin for a minute
But a nigga doin some pretty rare shit in the cut right now
Like hot salsa in the flesh
So please
Nigga please, turn my

So here's the occasion, take a sit quick and pay attention
That verse of a dark genre might cause altercation
When these bitch niggas gon feel the obligation
To draw a cross on my head
Hey you don't ever think that you could that
That kung fu rap a put you in a goulag, marked with a durag
Like is the hood rad?
You ain't be nowhere uh?
You ain't be livin shit, you ain't be dreamin big uh?
You hear that wake up call don't you?
Feel it hard, oh yeah, feel the fear don't you?
That feragamo on the sofa got you feelin mad arent you?
Well, that's the story of my life
Hangin around riches and pretty bitches
Daydreamin after gettin knocked by a 7 feet piggy
Jiggy, felt like biggy, sat on my brain
Now it's shitty fat lyrics that I aim at these pussies
Kickin that psycho in my head got the bass and he got them bumpin

I'm crazy, I'm losin it, I break a snitch, down to his spinal
Get him thinking how his time finna be idle

If tv was recordin, their cameras would be tooken
In my mind and breezy would prolly have em broken
Like we be chokin on his privacy, and his punches might be a lil bit outspoken
Out of this world like outta my mind, out of your line
That righteous call the laws, welll fuck it and fuck you
And your catalogs AY where you label ours
My niggas shmokin sour, and the vapors ease my sorrow
You follow? them hallow tips be shallow
They hurtin, the popo, they searchin, hopeless
Cuz us young niggas we hopin, then swervin
And reckless, we frontin, and get blast, eand ever since

I dream lighter everyday
Light the mary jane
My niggas flyin anyways
Higher than a plane
And we be hidin from the feds
No stress, bitin on the meds

Then I dream lighter everyday
Light the mary jane
My niggas flyin anyways
Higher than a plane
And we be hidin from the feds
Self-made, dyin for my bread

Cause I dream lighter everyday
Light the mary jane
My niggas flyin anyways
Higher than a plane
And we be hidin from the feds
Nervous, bout to hit the edge
And wrap your faith in these curtains

Bitch niggas you gon feel the obligation
To draw a cross on my head
But don't you think that you could that
Huh
The buckle is circled, the business is square
The menace is clear, you got beef then ima eat you rare

Niggas got beef uh?
Well bring it on
Pussy niggas livin idle times

Ight
Ight ight, and bitch suck my dick
(oh my god)

What you thought its a cruel cruel world hoe shit
Oh okay oh dont you bite on the dick damn shit