Blade Runner
This that blade runner flow
The type that keep the droids on the low
Hunting with the glow of a saber
Keep the shit lit like Jewish man praying for his savior
The flame is down to the wax
Blacks in the streets getting framed like college plague
She all loose with the words got a paperback
Having a bounty on ya head is go pay me back
Hologram hoe as a wifey
Orange skin her cup size is Hi-C
Don't got ingredients to see how I'm made
Since I'm fucking the bride
You fuck the bridesmaids
Look at yourself always cumin in second
Stick it to the man like a rich club president
Don't be hesitant, ya mind is a spectrum
You might fuck pussy but spend time watching rectums
You claim that you a bad bitch, sit down
The type you are is the one that gets put down
Talking behind my back to my closest friends
Shit, they gone show me all the cards in ya hand
Mr.Brown already ratted your game
You left that nigga on read when he mentioned my name
That makes me laugh, you really trying to start shit
Claiming you the warden but you nothing but a convict
Baby girl just wait till my album drop
I got you on a recording that'll make ya heart stop
No name drops, you don't even deserve it
I'm still showing love but war is what I prefer, shit
Not saying that I'm perfect
Here is the perfect human
You got her in ya ear
Don't trust a word that she says is that clear
Scarlett I hear ya voice I'm aware
Manipulating my love that ain't fair
I got a bad mind but I got good ways
Democratic government who administer AIDS
Laid back like a hoe who's trying to laid
I am trying get saved
She is staying a slave
The younger the age
The bigger the phase
The badder the haze
What you gone when I'm made
And wake outta this place
I am outta the dream
The dirt I walked on, ain't quite what it seems
The mean is a fiend and quite stupid
The fact I'm not walking lucid
Runaway, runaway
I'd rather feel the rain then burn my wings on a sunny day
And sunny say he couldn't see the sting of the bee
When it floated like a butterfly and swept him off his feet
Photo finish
Photo finish, we winners
If we ain't doing wrong, then we badder than sinners
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
The type that keep the droids on the low
Hunting with the glow of a saber
Keep the shit lit like Jewish man praying for his savior
The flame is down to the wax
Blacks in the streets getting framed like college plague
She all loose with the words got a paperback
Having a bounty on ya head is go pay me back
Hologram hoe as a wifey
Orange skin her cup size is Hi-C
Don't got ingredients to see how I'm made
Since I'm fucking the bride
You fuck the bridesmaids
Look at yourself always cumin in second
Stick it to the man like a rich club president
Don't be hesitant, ya mind is a spectrum
You might fuck pussy but spend time watching rectums
You claim that you a bad bitch, sit down
The type you are is the one that gets put down
Talking behind my back to my closest friends
Shit, they gone show me all the cards in ya hand
Mr.Brown already ratted your game
You left that nigga on read when he mentioned my name
That makes me laugh, you really trying to start shit
Claiming you the warden but you nothing but a convict
Baby girl just wait till my album drop
I got you on a recording that'll make ya heart stop
No name drops, you don't even deserve it
I'm still showing love but war is what I prefer, shit
Not saying that I'm perfect
Here is the perfect human
You got her in ya ear
Don't trust a word that she says is that clear
Scarlett I hear ya voice I'm aware
Manipulating my love that ain't fair
I got a bad mind but I got good ways
Democratic government who administer AIDS
Laid back like a hoe who's trying to laid
I am trying get saved
She is staying a slave
The younger the age
The bigger the phase
The badder the haze
What you gone when I'm made
And wake outta this place
I am outta the dream
The dirt I walked on, ain't quite what it seems
The mean is a fiend and quite stupid
The fact I'm not walking lucid
Runaway, runaway
I'd rather feel the rain then burn my wings on a sunny day
And sunny say he couldn't see the sting of the bee
When it floated like a butterfly and swept him off his feet
Photo finish
Photo finish, we winners
If we ain't doing wrong, then we badder than sinners
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
He made us in his own image
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Supreme
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