Pulchritudinous
Y'all can't go in none of these businesses
Y'all can't go in none of these businesses
All this drip and all this fashion now
Niggas be rockin and shit
You can't go in Gucci
Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that warrants a seven point sixty two thru
My trigeminal nerve
I'm the only nigga from my hood
To ever see the vision
Everyone wanna be God till it's
Time to make a decision
Allen Iverson on Al-Nakba, 73rd anniversary
We was recognizin the Akbar
Motivation pulchritudinous
I was preachin to the city council bout Black lives
But for her I be shootin shit
Type of shit that rock the whole edifice
Type of shit that make niggas
Never wanna see me again like they Oedipus
Got her baby daddy throwin fits at the show
Threw her fit at the stage
Now he callin her a hoe
Couldn't shoot my shows up if he wanted
Cause he know that his shawty
Gonna be there and he know that he still love her
Sucka
Better surely than in some bed
Where in broken health I'm led
Lingering until I'm dead
Better than with prayers and pleas
Or in the clutch of some disease
Wasting slowly by degrees
Better than of heart attack
Or some dose of drug I lack
Let me die, by being Black
Never done, better run
Zen is some demon ass
Sick spit, kick shit, twisted fiending ass
Wild out, fuck round, find out king ass
I ain't even start my rhymes yet
Sit back digest
In my zone six, this my climate
Ain't no mountain, bitch I climbed that
Ain't no bars left, bitch I rhymed that
Zen the nicest, ever
Do it sound familiar
Bitch this a big pun
What you call biggie favorite blicky
A big gun
I spent some of my COVID money on coke
Hit my Bandcamp, ya boy Zen Zen beyond broke
Part Haitian, send aid
Kool aid, lemonade
Financial aid, nigga Phil Ade
Phil Adé
Whatever man, Philadelphia I miss y'all
New York is killing me, finna shoot heron
Zen
Better violent for us to die
Than to Uncle tom and try
Makin peace just to live a lie
Better now I say my sooth
I'm gonna die demanding truth
While I'm still akin to youth
Better now than later on
Now that fear of death is gone
Never mind another dawn
Brrrrr
They open fire but
They died tellin it like it was
G-G-G-G-G-G-Guevara
Really liked killing people
Y'all can't go in none of these businesses
All this drip and all this fashion now
Niggas be rockin and shit
You can't go in Gucci
Savior of my city, death by the millions
Backxwash posted my album said I was killin
Celebratin what I deserve
I guess that warrants a seven point sixty two thru
My trigeminal nerve
I'm the only nigga from my hood
To ever see the vision
Everyone wanna be God till it's
Time to make a decision
Allen Iverson on Al-Nakba, 73rd anniversary
We was recognizin the Akbar
Motivation pulchritudinous
I was preachin to the city council bout Black lives
But for her I be shootin shit
Type of shit that rock the whole edifice
Type of shit that make niggas
Never wanna see me again like they Oedipus
Got her baby daddy throwin fits at the show
Threw her fit at the stage
Now he callin her a hoe
Couldn't shoot my shows up if he wanted
Cause he know that his shawty
Gonna be there and he know that he still love her
Sucka
Better surely than in some bed
Where in broken health I'm led
Lingering until I'm dead
Better than with prayers and pleas
Or in the clutch of some disease
Wasting slowly by degrees
Better than of heart attack
Or some dose of drug I lack
Let me die, by being Black
Never done, better run
Zen is some demon ass
Sick spit, kick shit, twisted fiending ass
Wild out, fuck round, find out king ass
I ain't even start my rhymes yet
Sit back digest
In my zone six, this my climate
Ain't no mountain, bitch I climbed that
Ain't no bars left, bitch I rhymed that
Zen the nicest, ever
Do it sound familiar
Bitch this a big pun
What you call biggie favorite blicky
A big gun
I spent some of my COVID money on coke
Hit my Bandcamp, ya boy Zen Zen beyond broke
Part Haitian, send aid
Kool aid, lemonade
Financial aid, nigga Phil Ade
Phil Adé
Whatever man, Philadelphia I miss y'all
New York is killing me, finna shoot heron
Zen
Better violent for us to die
Than to Uncle tom and try
Makin peace just to live a lie
Better now I say my sooth
I'm gonna die demanding truth
While I'm still akin to youth
Better now than later on
Now that fear of death is gone
Never mind another dawn
Brrrrr
They open fire but
They died tellin it like it was
G-G-G-G-G-G-Guevara
Really liked killing people
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Writer(s): Zen Dash
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