Cerberus (feat. Empress'Orah, Moopy & aeer)

This beat make me wanna dance
Shake my ass and clap my hands
Yo I gotta lotta plans and I keep seein visions
Of me on a big ole stage and I can't wait for the day
When I see me on TV (spreading positivity)
Right now they sleep on me
Til I pop out like Curry with four 3's in a row
Sellin out every single show
People fightin for front row
People cryin in front row
Screamin how they wanna meet me
Got people tryna be me

Feel like Usher when I'm walking
You don't even have to call
I was hushing down the talking
I've been creaking through your walls
I was rushing down Milwaukee
In that Nike to my draws
They were moshing in the lobby
I'm almighty with the dogs
Bro, I'm been creeping in your zone
Scanners reading out the tones
They say what's up, I'm on the East
Go beep beep beep, that's my machine
Blasters beaming down the clones
I love most people that I meet
Slapwoods bamming out the dome
But I try to be discreet
Steeple chasing with that Lexus key
I'm fresh, it's in my bones
Why these people all attention-seek
The passion works its own
Evil actions out on western Vliet
Assassins in the home
Diesel pack has got the best of me
Medusa with the stone
Yes, I wanna meet your bros but
I'm at peace when I'm alone
I've been peeping all the drones
You need a sound, go get your own
I don't dream when I'm asleep
I barely sleep when I'm at home
If your people want to meet me
They can see me at the show
There's a lot that you don't know

There's a lot that you don't know
Cause you don't know shit
Black as a hound in the night; fright night
Call the pastor, you'll last thru the night; -no flight
Fight Club, put the hurt in
Catch em piling the dirt in
Fists flying like Durden
Rubbing lye in the cut
I caught you hiding, reverting
A stiff knight in the brush
Flushing your mind with this stuff of mine
Tywin clutching his gut and
I'm a tyrant Imperial, he might be giant, it's sus
Nigga, I spit it and you go shine it
Just to find it's a bust
Ain't no wizard, just Sigurd splitting a dragon
I spark the woods and wreak havoc
A thought of mine could fill all of your books
And ain't no need of a hook
Put the steel to your temple and reel you in
It's that simple
Checking your King with my rook, bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Murphy, Deborah Washington, Meek Bond
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