Into the Darkness
Up in the sky, like I live just to fly
I'm an insomniac, look in my eyes
Ain't shit sweet, damn, ain't shit nice
I season yo girl, like sugar and spice
When you see me, yeah, i'm freezing in ice
When I see you, you just buzzing with flies
I'm a different breed, ya'll niggas the same
I'm a die swerving, yeah, my words gonna be splurging
Ya'll niggas boring, ya'll stay in one lane
Fly middle class, to get head on the plane
When I pull up, yeah, they all know my name
Since I came up, damn, ain't shit been the same
We playing these bitches, like teams on 2K
Like Star Trek, bitch i'm into the darkness
Running yo mouth, cause bitch you keep talking
You don't want smoke, then I pull up exhausted
Got mad pipes, like i'm blowing exhaust fumes
Got mad ice, like that nigga Frozone
We smoke mad trees, that shit fuck up the Ozone
Run a red light, but we stop at the green
Bitch, you ain't riding, you just a fien
When i say this, do you know what I mean?
Won't say it twice, because bitch I don't repeat
So, when I say this, do you know what I mean?
Thought I was done, you gonna have to kill me
Fuck a pussy nigga, fuck O.P.C
Ya'll niggas pussy, ya'll niggas keep jumping
My squad pull up, best believe that we busting
We don't wan't smoke, but we fucking yo cousin
Lemme chill out, before ya'll niggas start fussing
Ya'll living off one, and that one is Deeyoungin
I'm chasing that bag, while she throw that ass back
Not talking bout yo girl, because her pussy wack
I would've hit that, but I heard she got clap
Ya'll got good weed, not even gonna cap
How much for a gram?
Shit, I'll buy the whole pack
I turn to a beast, before I turn to a rat
Yo girlfriend a bitch, my girl just a brat
How ya'll drop more hits, but that shit still wack?
I drop real shit, to get put on the map
Never had help, yeah, because I don't need that
Saw you on the news for that lame carjack
Half of this shit, we really just don't need
My niggas focused, ya'll niggas just grieve
We wan't all the smoke, we wan't all the beef and the cheese
Ya'll niggas on house arrest, Ya'll niggas on house arrest
I'm fucking yo girl, put that pussy to rest, BITCH
I'm an insomniac, look in my eyes
Ain't shit sweet, damn, ain't shit nice
I season yo girl, like sugar and spice
When you see me, yeah, i'm freezing in ice
When I see you, you just buzzing with flies
I'm a different breed, ya'll niggas the same
I'm a die swerving, yeah, my words gonna be splurging
Ya'll niggas boring, ya'll stay in one lane
Fly middle class, to get head on the plane
When I pull up, yeah, they all know my name
Since I came up, damn, ain't shit been the same
We playing these bitches, like teams on 2K
Like Star Trek, bitch i'm into the darkness
Running yo mouth, cause bitch you keep talking
You don't want smoke, then I pull up exhausted
Got mad pipes, like i'm blowing exhaust fumes
Got mad ice, like that nigga Frozone
We smoke mad trees, that shit fuck up the Ozone
Run a red light, but we stop at the green
Bitch, you ain't riding, you just a fien
When i say this, do you know what I mean?
Won't say it twice, because bitch I don't repeat
So, when I say this, do you know what I mean?
Thought I was done, you gonna have to kill me
Fuck a pussy nigga, fuck O.P.C
Ya'll niggas pussy, ya'll niggas keep jumping
My squad pull up, best believe that we busting
We don't wan't smoke, but we fucking yo cousin
Lemme chill out, before ya'll niggas start fussing
Ya'll living off one, and that one is Deeyoungin
I'm chasing that bag, while she throw that ass back
Not talking bout yo girl, because her pussy wack
I would've hit that, but I heard she got clap
Ya'll got good weed, not even gonna cap
How much for a gram?
Shit, I'll buy the whole pack
I turn to a beast, before I turn to a rat
Yo girlfriend a bitch, my girl just a brat
How ya'll drop more hits, but that shit still wack?
I drop real shit, to get put on the map
Never had help, yeah, because I don't need that
Saw you on the news for that lame carjack
Half of this shit, we really just don't need
My niggas focused, ya'll niggas just grieve
We wan't all the smoke, we wan't all the beef and the cheese
Ya'll niggas on house arrest, Ya'll niggas on house arrest
I'm fucking yo girl, put that pussy to rest, BITCH
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Writer(s): Elijah Stuart-ramsey
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