Butterfly

Five Lucy's, two dollars
Got five Lucis, got two dollars
Two dollars
Shout out Wale

DMV, what up
Got two dollars
Five Lucis, got two dollars
Got five Lucis

I'm about to make something beautiful for y'all
I got a pinky for believers
Trigger for the dreamers
Middle finger gang to the underachievers

This for the ones that started from the bottom
And they still on the bottom
But look up to something
Wonder how I did it

Yo, I'm still adjusting
Flow still disgusting
Next stop combustion
I bypassed eruption

My lyrical seduction
Smokey, Demitrius
Who are you becoming
Two dollars, five Lucy's, three shorts

Two hundreds
Demitrius here, I gotta keep it one hundred
Just got word
Smoke coming through

I guess that mean that the crips and the blood's coming
Oh, god damn, what money meech here
Guess that's why all the plugs and drugs here
Crimes were severe

Got me those years
Still unclear about my Grammy souvenir
I'm just trying to be sincere
Fucking world premiere

Got work in the morning as a fucking cashier
Writing rhymes in the bathroom
Drinking root beer
Until I heard the world guilty

And seen my mama tears
Like, damn
Now my mama gotta face her fears
But she know

Her baby boy will never disappear
Switch gears
Couple years
Pioneers my volunteers

No matter where I steer
I'm out this atmosphere
Made fifteen dimes
Off two quarters

Ten minute freestyle
Stolen mic and recorder
Teenage crush a social worker
Denied the On The Border
Just to settle for Whataburger
Until I heard her fucking order
And our host was a hoarder order
Taking a shit while taking our order

Which I thought would've made it shorter
But in fact, it made it torture
And the corner getting warmer with enforcers

Babygirl, you're 5'2
So where you fit them burgers
Them burgers
Them burgers

Ambition
Determination
My aspiration
Elaboration
Is never needed
We turn niggas to dealers
For no reason

We turn dealers to killers
For no reason
We bypassing the mirror
Putting mascara on women
They say we winning
Pimpin' running things
For no reason
Galactic ceilings
I'm still reaching
Influencial teaching
Versatile speaking
Sleeping on the weekend

Or eating when you tweaking
Cause this my last shot
And we ain't even till you bleeding
This my last shot
What the fuck is y'all thinking
This my last shot
What the fuck is y'all drinking
This my last shot
So I'm seating at the meeting
So I guess the real meaning
I ain't sleeping when I'm dreaming
My demeanor, real demeaning
And my manner has no manners
And I'm shitting on the camera
Yo, I might just need a pamper
Left the flash on
Panic stricken panorama
Of a summer in Montana
Hurricane in Tampa
Birthplace of Miranda
Favorite song was Panda
One night she tried to lace spice
In the basement
End up crashing out in the attic
Stumble down the stairs
Right into bad habits
Her fucking easter Basket
Fit in her casket
Got it from a classmate
Who won off a stalemate
Barely made alumni
Her moms in Kuwait
And her dad was a Gemini
Oh wait
New update
Pops still upstate
Trying to make it home
Before she reach junior high
Miranda grew up petrified
Contact colored eyes
Until she learned the meaning of a butterfly

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