Obsidian
Bitch I've been frequently avoiding frequencies
That try to weaken me, visionary
I can peek and see that there's no peak to me
Fuck the peek-a-boo, why would I pick a boo
When every bitch turn a freak for me
I wake up to deities giving me brain
And I don't need a coin for this game
I'm just a criminal always been pivotal
Taking my shot fuck who crowding my lane
Might spray at your dame
Nigga tried stealing my drip and got drained
King of the hill I've been serving propane
And I came out the hills with this flame
Moved to The Flat trapping right next to the tracks
Across from the street where your sister got trained
And all of my niggas been trained we're on go
No you can't hang if you don't know the ropes
Got this rope just to cope with the pain
That I can not exchange with the gang
And I heard you feel the same
Heard that you talked to your broad
Hoping she doing her job
Really out doing you harm
She dropping tea
I'm unhooking her bra
She work for me like that bitch got a job
Find us in your shit just like corn off the cob
Mona Lisa turns to grim reaper real quick
You might get robbed by Mona Lisa
Niggas show up to your house with a big stick
Taking the shot
You might be dead off the dot
Posted with poles right outside of your spot
Community steeple been stapled
I ain't ran from shit but the cops
And my bitch thugging I love it
She don't even run from the cock
We was just kids rolling around in a drop
When that cherry got popped
Blood on the mary you ain't finished rolling
Tried rolling in peace
And niggas start shooting at me
Like they want to kodak the moment
Show me my opponent
I shoot at an op like the breeze
Divide your whole team
What's the quotient
I'm twisting this weed and this lean
That's the potion
Just made me some tea off the teachers
It's golden
Making your bitch give me brain like hypnosis
No games I'm a player she know it I'm boasting
She doing the same cause this dick makes her ocean
Like "Oh shit I'm cumming"
She bust like the seams of this future I'm sewing
Where my diamonds glowing like heaven just opened
And I philosophy
With the most high
Then I inhale and she tells me you know you should get fried
But if I went through hell
I would come out the coldest
All of this white
Make it looks like it's snowing
All of this truth
Got me feeling like Snowden
Yea
I don't know how to be nice no more
I just know my goals
Don't know if I'm one of a kind
But I'm kind of the one
Chosen my novice was high from the jump
Jump man but I made it a lunge
All of this gas think I made need new lungs
I'm really the shit your stock is taking a plunge
He wanna get wet over swag
Let him nap from the sponge
Only takes one like a Saitama punch
Kids with the chopper just cut from the bunch
Children of the corn
I'm just a husk
Sonic to the coins
The drive is a must
My kids need a trust fund
So it's funds over trust
If I make it rain then it's rust or I'm dust
Blunt ashes on open my casket
That's a hot box if I ever matched it
Need the box locked if I ever latched it or I'm detaching
That try to weaken me, visionary
I can peek and see that there's no peak to me
Fuck the peek-a-boo, why would I pick a boo
When every bitch turn a freak for me
I wake up to deities giving me brain
And I don't need a coin for this game
I'm just a criminal always been pivotal
Taking my shot fuck who crowding my lane
Might spray at your dame
Nigga tried stealing my drip and got drained
King of the hill I've been serving propane
And I came out the hills with this flame
Moved to The Flat trapping right next to the tracks
Across from the street where your sister got trained
And all of my niggas been trained we're on go
No you can't hang if you don't know the ropes
Got this rope just to cope with the pain
That I can not exchange with the gang
And I heard you feel the same
Heard that you talked to your broad
Hoping she doing her job
Really out doing you harm
She dropping tea
I'm unhooking her bra
She work for me like that bitch got a job
Find us in your shit just like corn off the cob
Mona Lisa turns to grim reaper real quick
You might get robbed by Mona Lisa
Niggas show up to your house with a big stick
Taking the shot
You might be dead off the dot
Posted with poles right outside of your spot
Community steeple been stapled
I ain't ran from shit but the cops
And my bitch thugging I love it
She don't even run from the cock
We was just kids rolling around in a drop
When that cherry got popped
Blood on the mary you ain't finished rolling
Tried rolling in peace
And niggas start shooting at me
Like they want to kodak the moment
Show me my opponent
I shoot at an op like the breeze
Divide your whole team
What's the quotient
I'm twisting this weed and this lean
That's the potion
Just made me some tea off the teachers
It's golden
Making your bitch give me brain like hypnosis
No games I'm a player she know it I'm boasting
She doing the same cause this dick makes her ocean
Like "Oh shit I'm cumming"
She bust like the seams of this future I'm sewing
Where my diamonds glowing like heaven just opened
And I philosophy
With the most high
Then I inhale and she tells me you know you should get fried
But if I went through hell
I would come out the coldest
All of this white
Make it looks like it's snowing
All of this truth
Got me feeling like Snowden
Yea
I don't know how to be nice no more
I just know my goals
Don't know if I'm one of a kind
But I'm kind of the one
Chosen my novice was high from the jump
Jump man but I made it a lunge
All of this gas think I made need new lungs
I'm really the shit your stock is taking a plunge
He wanna get wet over swag
Let him nap from the sponge
Only takes one like a Saitama punch
Kids with the chopper just cut from the bunch
Children of the corn
I'm just a husk
Sonic to the coins
The drive is a must
My kids need a trust fund
So it's funds over trust
If I make it rain then it's rust or I'm dust
Blunt ashes on open my casket
That's a hot box if I ever matched it
Need the box locked if I ever latched it or I'm detaching
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Writer(s): Jonathan Johnson
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