Blue Moon

Never could they deal with me
Always better just to make a deal with me
Not a big deal really, hey
If I didn't calm down niggas that would kill for me
Drop dead, turn it to a real cemetery, hey

And I put these bitches in obituaries
You just got to let them know they're temporary
One shot, I don't waste bullets, hoe
You should have went to seminary, hoe
You should have had another way of getting to it
Nonstop, how I'm getting to it
Wicked with it
Mixing up the witches brew, what you doing
Ima need my whole fucking wrist lit up
You stunt once in a blue moon

Hey, I'ma need, eight parades for the waveg
Moving out to Cali couldn't change a nigga ways
The waves and the sun rays pretty
But in some ways, it's pretty much the same
You only going to see a nigga once, Lil Zane
I look like I'm running cocaine, no stain
And I make them dance for the rain, no shame
Bury these, I can't carry these lames
Might drop Lois Lane, no shame
They trying to draw blood from my ice cold veins
Tell you in your dream, in your dreams
You will never intervene
Keep it to yourself on the low, with your self-esteem
All I want is every Miyazaki and the cream
While you hating I'll be drinking sake overseas, in the breeze
I got 21 dubs for that ass can I, can I breath
Can I please?
Can I kick it? Going, 21 on that ass
But I'm different
I might change like Kemet
Come visit
This shit smoke like a wizard and its sticky
Young, black, wrist wizard
Whipping up the Ricky
Nigga might change like Wiki
Take everything from a nigga but the pity, I'm picky
I don't need another fuckin ticket, I'm trippy

Hey, Hey
It's, It's Me
Hey, IV
It's IV
One time
Can I Kick it?
There is something at work in my soul
Which I do not understand.

And I put these bitches in obituaries
You just got to let them know they're temporary
One shot, I don't waste bullets, hoe
You should have went to seminary, hoe
You should have had another way of getting to it
Nonstop, how I'm getting to it
Wicked with it
Mixing up the witches brew, what you doing
Ima need my whole fucking wrist lit up
You stunt once in a blue moon

And I put these bitches in obituaries
You just got to let them know they're temporary
One shot, I don't waste bullets, hoe
You should have went to seminary, hoe
You should have had another way of getting to it
Nonstop, how I'm getting to it
Wicked with it
Mixing up the witches brew, what you doing
Ima need my whole fucking wrist lit up
You stunt once in a blue moon

I'm from, where if I dressed like a bum, I'd be done
They'd beat me till my eyes closed
I had to stay fly for survival, not fun
The bullet went right through the bible
Had to go west like Fievel
They won't let a nigga run iso
I can see right through the lies though
Never stopped them from lying though
Need to get, Richie Rich, no lying though
Fuck the whole entire lighter note
I'm so focused on the fire, I might be a pyro
So you don't have to wonder, why would I lie?
Am I sinning with it? Only God knows, and Allah
How a nigga flow got so fire
It's, not me, I don't try
I'm fleece, in July
Write 'no peace' on my stone piece, when I die
I'm black, I'm Ty
This dick, fits, the stereotype
I like my chicken, deep fried
And my stereos, high
And my women, thick, fit
I'm over nigga's heads like Pit
Stick under the arm like pits
Make the girls fall like pits
Make the girls drool like pits
I know that I'm cool, I'm a prince
I'm cool, I don't vent
And I know they won't pull no prints
Coming after trump like pence
Call a nigga up when you in a pinch
You only call a nigga up when you benefit
You only call a nigga up when he lit
Even Mars busted my lip, no shit
Probably didn't mix
But we still made this

And I put these bitches in obituaries
You just got to let them know they're temporary
One shot, I don't waste bullets, hoe
You should have went to seminary, hoe
You should have had another way of getting to it
Nonstop, how I'm getting to it
Wicked with it
Mixing up the witches brew, what you doing
Ima need my whole fucking wrist lit up
You stunt once in a blue moon