[Key Nyata - Verse 1]
Tiptoeing on the cloud, pockets scream loud
God could probably hear the sound
Of the missiles and the rounds
When the gods come around, black gods come around
They ever so impatient, splitting n***a's shit like
Fecal canalization, running, killing and raping
Every beat that I play with, live from the basement
I get so high, I get high jacking spaceship
Running the game basic all you need is tight laces
A king to these aces, Botox to a facelift
Standing in the rain with AKs and hatred
Lame n***as copy place and then they paste it
Imma go in the street, cut back any race then
Fucked up goose, this is duck duck tape them
Make a laying egg, this cut stuff and break it
I'm mean, Joe fucking Greene
All the n***as on my team hand coke to the fiends

[Chorus]
I did it my way, Imma take a run to sideways
Every day I'm living like this Friday
And I don't give a fuck I get it my way
I leave a n***a sideways
Everything I do, I do it my way
Just run down the fucking highway
Everything I do, I do it my way
My way
[Nacho Picasso - Verse 2]
I was watching Top Gun, thinking Maverick was a faggot
Cause he didn't fuck on Charlie til she started dressing mannish
I was just a black boy, with a black belt, and black magic
My black bitch bringing tricks, she is no silly rabbit
I have old shitty habits, I drive old chevy classics
My name in your mouth, on your tongue should be acid
A bastard from a basket so my dick is never flaccid
I just threw around like posy cause her pussy was Jurassic
Her pussy keep on pushing, put that wussy in a casket
Undertaker to Sean Michaels, hope it's cushy in that casket
Nacho Picasso, I need no cosigning
My uncle is Poseidon, write my rhymes down with a trident
I'll call my uncle Larry if you're tryna get real violent
My alliance with defiance I ain't never been compliant
My head's a silent violent when the bodies get to piling
Imma cut my own island, name it ""hi hi bitch I'm styling."

[Chorus]

[Avatar Darko - Verse 3]
I be thugging with my goons
Gas is my optimal and I'm running off of my fumes
Slushy full of cookoo juice my alfredo got shrooms
And my Granny still jugging growing weed out the room
My women practice witchcraft imagining these brooms
Snitch blood on my knife, residue on the spoons
It's free-base Friday, lean like liquid nitrate
Steer the wheel with my mirror she slurp me on the highway
Only mess with glamour bitches, booji on some rare shit
Cocaine avalanche I'm tooting on the chair lip
Bare foot baby boy I be on my Blair Witch
Highjack a plane crash it in the Times Square switch
Planes I'm indecisive got a weigh a body inner depth
My faces were priceless but I'm jaded with the center's rep
Slinky on your main dame, and I never ever miss a step
Moore gangs, Fang gang, Raider Klan bitch, you're next
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