Lemon

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist
I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist
Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish
Bust and did the dougie, bitches love me for my panache
I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice
I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas
Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon
It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

Hunh
It aint no dirt on my shoulders, took it to the max, Plus Ultra
You don't see the drip need coasters
You don't see the bread need toasters
Snake niggas kings like Cobra
Baby I'm king like Kai
Play with me you just might die, know a dumb nigga gon try
They be asking questions like "why"
Cutting through they circles like pie
Hunh
Niggas too drunk off emotion but I only offer sobriety
Nigga go get you hug or go work on ya hustle
Or maybe go get you a diary
Move like a God in this bitch
And if I'm with a bitch and if she on my dick
It's ok they consider it piety
Niggas downplaying the motion cause they too embarrassed to text me
And ask if I'm hiring
Hunh
We keep it all under wraps, the village is hidden
We structured it out like the government
We signed a contract in blood
I call up the homies it look like an animal summoning
I raise 2 fingers and focus my aura
The chakra surround me and sound like it's bubbling
I need a clone cause I get way too busy
So while I do this it could handle some other shit
We keep the heat for the winter
I whip the whip wit the spinners
10 bad joints in the sprinter
They just wanna smoke do henna, they just wanna drink, take picture
All the bad bitches like dinner, I meditate for the inner
Peppermint Tea with the Splenda
They always fitting to finna, picture me giving a finnuck

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist
I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist
Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish
Bust and did the dougie, bitches love me for my panache
I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice
I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas
Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon
It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference

Omelette du fromage in her ear like I'm Dexter
Conversation heavy she can't wait to feel the pressure
Momentum make her shake, in my wake word to Richter
Every line straight to the point, that's a vector
My hypothesis, Buk flow can only be measured in negative Kelvin
More uncomfortable than a baby boy living with his mom
And a nigga name Melvin
Think state alchemists
One clap of the hand and my pen becomes a cannon
Think I'm Mangaka because I can pen what's filler and what's canon
Self prognosis, genius in psychosis, think of myself as closest
Vegapunk, Joker, Moses, blessed and chosen every verse Magnum Opus
Buk on a beat bad omens
Trot like the pale white horsemen, every adlib like locust
This a death scythe like Soul is
Shang Tsung leaves his opponents soulless uh
Finish him
I keep an eye for the shit like millennium
I can imply shadow realm where I'm sending em
Chance to survive is like none to a oblivion
Tell a hooligan, hula hoop he'll spin again
Thinking that I'm superstitious
Cross caskets for superstition
God tier with a rap affliction
Every song sparks an inquisition
Detailing my exact position

I was in the lab going mad like a chemist
I just copped a grill just to wear it to the dentist
Fuckin off the henny, told her ima let you finish
Bust and did the dougie, bitches love me for my panache
I ain't tryna flex took the jet out to Venice
I just copped a sack, wrap the pack like its Christmas
Garlic Butter Salmon, had to hit it with the lemon
It ain't what they thought, but they couldn't tell the difference