Arrivederci

Boy what you need we got 30's and 100 round gun machines
They be poppin' and niggas talking and they get lit with beams
They gone fold like seams, but it is not what it might seem
I'm a scholar with scholarships, A rapper with more acknowledgement
I'm talking that proper shit, fill your body up with hollow tips
My niggas be off the shits, we pirates and then we rob a ship
I swear yall be so obvious bitch, I saw your nigga I kilt him bitch
I swear yall be the opposites I don't care how many fucking times yall switch
First of all, I take my momma shopping
She rock pearls, look my momma poppin'
Escalator to the top, my house got many options
Why that boy mad? Cause we got none in common
I think he hating think he wanna be me
He lowkey but highkey he wanna be me
Take his shorty like hey baby have you got no feelings?
Why you leave yo man? He a bitch he in his feelings
Young kamikaze ask safari I do this forreal nigga
402 I'm coming my city poppin' them real niggas
Had to switch it up, a 100k dress to kill nigga
You lifting weights but I still feel I'm still bigger
I got more figures, You a real hitta' or a real nigga
You ain't poppin' shit

The problem we solving the 40 gone drop him
We glockin' and gwappin' ain't cappin' and trappin'
Imagine the body be dropping the blood be flowing like river
I'm very clever I see you later
My knowledge acknowledge me, I am a master like splinter
They saw me talking they shiver, I am the god the giver
Forgive em' not forgiven, father forgive me
I've been eating these kittens
The way I'm cooking on the stove don't need no mittens
Nobody expected, profession I seek it than master
The basters are scattered than beat it
My garden be green like eden
I see them, the vision
My inner demons are screaming for freedom
Replace em', exceed em', my peers I love em'
Misleading can't trust em they changing like customs, like nuts we bust em'



Credits
Writer(s): Yves Quiah, Yves Genius
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