Supernova (feat. Zeus Trappin')

Im tryna hold composure
All this drip on me be spilling over

Bend the future
Supernova

Living movies
They should be making posters

Ha ha
Yeah

Christoph with the alley oop
Its March and Im recording
In some Bally boots

Marching to the bag
Thats my swag excuse

You know how fashion do
You know how Trappin do

Double R L, Yeah the cargos too
I aint got leave that out

And if the Glock hang out

Young nigga leave it out

Streetwear

Im really in the street yeah
Im really in the street yeah

Im really in the streets yeah, yeah

Im tryna hold composure
All this drip on me be spilling over

Bend the future
Supernova

Living movies
They should be making posters

Ha ha
Yeah

God Zeus

Hold on, Hold on Zeus
Im tryna park the spaceship

I just flew out of the Matrix

My fashion is Supernova
It aint basic

This is Trap Rock, not emo
God Zeus, Im in tune with my people

Trap Rock shit
We got cash like the Beatles

My house is a big crib
A Cathedral

Shoutout Christoph
Im rocking the Christo

You got a pistol
I got a missile

Its U-N-I-Verse
So you know that we equal

But niggas be snake
Gotta watch out for weasels

Just last week had to teach at the Temple
Damn your man he got hit in the temple

The prophet im hitting your mind
Through your mental

A'oodu billahi
Cant fuck with the devil

Me and Zeus Trap
Got all of the metals

I bought a Rollie
Aint put in the bezels

Moshkilli bang
Its a spiritual level

African man
They think Im a rebel

Pull up in Big Body Truck
Its a Bentley

Beam on his forehead
He was Bindi

I got the knowledge
Nope you can not trick me

Trick bag
God Zeus is a gypsy



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Writer(s): Diliorah Arah
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