Moonlight Sonata
It's the return of the prodigal son
Chase nightmares cause the moon...
got me shun
Now I don't shine
Offering up my lifetime
To turn kryptonite to bromean
Muscling ya little acts my soul clean
Plus the bars are lean
Cause I consume pro teens
No beef
But more napalm
A bombs then the air force
Let the air go
No reason to hold back
If that's what you there for
Therefore
Lets hope you felt what I dealt
Casting curses
Hope you felt what I spelled
Like I said
It ain't never hard for me to...
take a life away
No need to erase
With my taste you get write away
They all say midas took the touch away
My pen be exhausted
It never can find enough to say
Or maybe I just don't say enough
People twist and flip on me
Now I'm making major cuts
Lofty dadddy
City will leave Bruno on a Mali
Grew up watching mami hit papi
New age territorial terrorist
I send mcs to everest
With my cleverness
Max not cole
Still could be yo therapist
Or local dade county resident
Avoid the loan wolf
big homie said if you travel in packs
You get smoked like that
They all say you need a pro to write
You over bite the poltergeist
Ya ain't nun but a prototype
I'm the final version
Talk on the net
End in yo own webs in person
(Yea) find yo way to walk
We from the south
We heavy slang
Found our own way to talk
Ain't win in a min
Of course you got nun to lose
Ain't on roster
Awitchin sides
You got nun to do (yooo)
It's the return of the prodigal son
Chase nightmares
Cause the moon got me shun
Now I don't shine
Offering up my lifetime
To turn kryptonite to bromean
Max Haitian Tuskegee
She from Tahiti
Pin her back to the wall
Fresh graffiti
She hella needy
Be rude to dudes who like to be me
End of the day
She try her best just to please me
Dapper rapper super duper trapper
Gun rings free smoke...
in a room full of laughter
Rhyme schemes finish your...
body faster than cancer
Add glitter to the batter
Watch it flip like antimatter (hold on)
Guess they mad I get the flow going
Shot like arrow
And I take off like I'm Boeing
Got you lost in the sauce looking for a way back like dory
Never in that category period end of story
Chase nightmares cause the moon...
got me shun
Now I don't shine
Offering up my lifetime
To turn kryptonite to bromean
Muscling ya little acts my soul clean
Plus the bars are lean
Cause I consume pro teens
No beef
But more napalm
A bombs then the air force
Let the air go
No reason to hold back
If that's what you there for
Therefore
Lets hope you felt what I dealt
Casting curses
Hope you felt what I spelled
Like I said
It ain't never hard for me to...
take a life away
No need to erase
With my taste you get write away
They all say midas took the touch away
My pen be exhausted
It never can find enough to say
Or maybe I just don't say enough
People twist and flip on me
Now I'm making major cuts
Lofty dadddy
City will leave Bruno on a Mali
Grew up watching mami hit papi
New age territorial terrorist
I send mcs to everest
With my cleverness
Max not cole
Still could be yo therapist
Or local dade county resident
Avoid the loan wolf
big homie said if you travel in packs
You get smoked like that
They all say you need a pro to write
You over bite the poltergeist
Ya ain't nun but a prototype
I'm the final version
Talk on the net
End in yo own webs in person
(Yea) find yo way to walk
We from the south
We heavy slang
Found our own way to talk
Ain't win in a min
Of course you got nun to lose
Ain't on roster
Awitchin sides
You got nun to do (yooo)
It's the return of the prodigal son
Chase nightmares
Cause the moon got me shun
Now I don't shine
Offering up my lifetime
To turn kryptonite to bromean
Max Haitian Tuskegee
She from Tahiti
Pin her back to the wall
Fresh graffiti
She hella needy
Be rude to dudes who like to be me
End of the day
She try her best just to please me
Dapper rapper super duper trapper
Gun rings free smoke...
in a room full of laughter
Rhyme schemes finish your...
body faster than cancer
Add glitter to the batter
Watch it flip like antimatter (hold on)
Guess they mad I get the flow going
Shot like arrow
And I take off like I'm Boeing
Got you lost in the sauce looking for a way back like dory
Never in that category period end of story
Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Ducas
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