Kotodama Pt. II

Get stomped out in Salvas, deal out my tongue call me Kaki or Asta, no formalita's, nah
No va a mi casa, don't want meet ya patners, smoke blacker than zaza
Is you stupid nel cap, I, bruise up your nana, call me il panta
Go to Tunis e Malta, branded a stray mutt the way I move vasta

Blacker the tint, on top, black torso fit, cane corso no cagna
Shouts out my kin yeah, they'd fuck up some clique off the jump for no dollaz
Back as a jhit, talkin back how they been told me ain't knew my father
Something went (Switch) then I knew I'd be lit, bust the roof off the gala

Jumped off the fence, got a scar on my lip, push that folk, no mufasa
You don't want new problems, fight when I see fit, my time is my gualla
I don't take too kind to threats, man it's smoke on the spot, ain't no sauna
I'm riding with two on my left, on my right got my dogs, yeah the gana

That Thing make a rude awful mess, we don't tote but keep arms by the pancia
In the room, quietist boy don't talk out the whole stanza
Surname from Budapest, call me wolf like my homie Don Abra
We Came from that blue nautic trench, got no home or no heart so we canta

Fratm'
Cross me one time, and we sock em up
Beef on the market, like auction up
She gon do time for the Don call me Toliver
Wait
Not enough
She better get down and swallow up
I know them boys ain't too fond of us
Eyes ain't deceiving, they move way too fraudulent
'Lot of bluff
Swear they be cappin on lotta stuff
Trip back to my ends in a caravan
You know my guys, they be quick to go start a rough
Lot of us mobbin, we don't stay out deep but feels like a bunch
These artists my sons, they not fatherless
I could adopt, raise a Don, and send em off to lunch
Get stomped out in Salvas, deal out my tongue call me Kaki or Asta, no formalita's, nah
No va a mi casa, don't want meet ya patners, smoke blacker than zaza
Is you stupid nel cap, I, bruise up your nana, call me il panta
Go to Tunis e Malta, branded a stray mutt the way I move vasta

Blacker the tint, on top, black torso fit, cane corso no cagna
Shouts out my kin yeah, they'd fuck up some clique off the jump for no dollaz
Back as a jhit, talkin back how they been told me ain't knew my father
Something went then I knew I'd be lit, bust the roof off the gala