Lava
Why in the fuck is every step feeling like lava
I'm forced to be fortified from the drama and fornicated by karma, mm
Oh my, golly gee and holy moly on my mama
I ain't never seen a nigga bout so many commas
Button downs with the collars
But the crown isn't promised
Is it better to be passionate about it than rational, honest
But that's another battle for the ages that dates us back to the slaves
And shows that we all just some Fujis, you better know where you came from
Fuck a same drum
My beat is banging like ten times harder
I'm only 20 but I'm rhyming like ten times smarter
Cause I ain't your average nigga
My ears was blessed by some classic spitters
The fuck if I care?
I know I'm loading every lyric and bar I ever mirror-spitted in a bullet
Pull it until it clap them niggas
Pack up your bags, beat traffic nigga
No snaps and dag-nabbits, rap had it's past now skidaddle
But it's all love
My niggas is hungry better get ready for the potluck
If your bitch gotta come ask if you okay, then it's not love, uh
Out my mental, the shit that Suli get into
Missed you dearly but clearly bitch you severly nowhere near me
Gone
I'm forced to be fortified from the drama and fornicated by karma, mm
Oh my, golly gee and holy moly on my mama
I ain't never seen a nigga bout so many commas
Button downs with the collars
But the crown isn't promised
Is it better to be passionate about it than rational, honest
But that's another battle for the ages that dates us back to the slaves
And shows that we all just some Fujis, you better know where you came from
Fuck a same drum
My beat is banging like ten times harder
I'm only 20 but I'm rhyming like ten times smarter
Cause I ain't your average nigga
My ears was blessed by some classic spitters
The fuck if I care?
I know I'm loading every lyric and bar I ever mirror-spitted in a bullet
Pull it until it clap them niggas
Pack up your bags, beat traffic nigga
No snaps and dag-nabbits, rap had it's past now skidaddle
But it's all love
My niggas is hungry better get ready for the potluck
If your bitch gotta come ask if you okay, then it's not love, uh
Out my mental, the shit that Suli get into
Missed you dearly but clearly bitch you severly nowhere near me
Gone
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Writer(s): Sulaiman Mausi Jr.
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