THROAT. INTERLUDE
[Verse]
The black killing forecaster, disaster happening
This is how I make magic, catch up to the madness
Must heard, I'm the baddest flow and cash grabber
Wearing Polo shirts, smoking herb, in some bland tan khakis
Rapper, wrapping bubble wrap on rappers cranuims
Cheesy motherfucker, the maze is not where you'll carry him
Leave you out to die, bitch I will never dig ya burial
Eating salami sandwiches, while smacking strap on's
On the nanny cam, where the nannies at
They need the smacking bitch, I'm making masses
Get under pressure, no weight, they can't handle it
My bars are gyms cause they 100 pounds to ya neck
Hard like the metal of a paraplegic leg
Lift more flows, from the rug I just washed off
Sock it to n***as, that think out running me is a fair solve
You get disfigured don't try to diss me
Cause my flow is like my dad's dad, pops like old Rice Krispies
I'm distant, this is for the n***as that say I ain't risky
I take every chance when I get it
Cause I shoo and don't face nothing laced
Like the weed had cocaine in it
My flows grow old, but gold, slap my shit on
And still be fly I flap upon, like I walk on glass floors
With sandals on, get em higher than crack addicts singing
Opera songs, fuck this shit, I'm too good at this to keep this going
[Hook]
I'm at your throat [x2]
Smoke the blunt, you choked
You a joke, n***a [x2]
The black killing forecaster, disaster happening
This is how I make magic, catch up to the madness
Must heard, I'm the baddest flow and cash grabber
Wearing Polo shirts, smoking herb, in some bland tan khakis
Rapper, wrapping bubble wrap on rappers cranuims
Cheesy motherfucker, the maze is not where you'll carry him
Leave you out to die, bitch I will never dig ya burial
Eating salami sandwiches, while smacking strap on's
On the nanny cam, where the nannies at
They need the smacking bitch, I'm making masses
Get under pressure, no weight, they can't handle it
My bars are gyms cause they 100 pounds to ya neck
Hard like the metal of a paraplegic leg
Lift more flows, from the rug I just washed off
Sock it to n***as, that think out running me is a fair solve
You get disfigured don't try to diss me
Cause my flow is like my dad's dad, pops like old Rice Krispies
I'm distant, this is for the n***as that say I ain't risky
I take every chance when I get it
Cause I shoo and don't face nothing laced
Like the weed had cocaine in it
My flows grow old, but gold, slap my shit on
And still be fly I flap upon, like I walk on glass floors
With sandals on, get em higher than crack addicts singing
Opera songs, fuck this shit, I'm too good at this to keep this going
[Hook]
I'm at your throat [x2]
Smoke the blunt, you choked
You a joke, n***a [x2]