Yusifur

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Fuck ya bitch by my grandmas ashes cuz I’m tryna live
you and your hubby in the whip
but u forgetting to tell him that you sucked my dick
yea she got a car and crib
but does she hawktuah does she spit
he telling her to rush me for the money on some bummy shit
thinking ima hand it over quick
on some dummy shit
she try to rush me at the door
then she get shoved out the household
without a mouthful
her hubby knocked out cold
for thinking ima bitch nigga
if she come in I get stiffer
give her back shots til her spine is disfigured
serves you right for thinking ima spineless bitch nigga
get rich or die trying plead the fifth since a kid
it’s been over a year since I got my lizard wet
so I’m ambitious to be amphibious
getting rid of demons like evangelist
got fired from McDonald cuz I got top from her mom her being the manager
now no more making sandwiches
I make way more then before to my soul it make no difference
I put my phone on do not disturb I fuck the world like my bitch and get mo riches pardon me that’s yo bitch my pleasure is her business
don’t got time for your drama or bullshit
telling me u got pussy how much it cost and when am I meeting the damn bitch
then stabbed my mothers door over my phone slicing my wrist out vinegar on the cuts while in the kitchen.
Broke in yo bitch house cuz my notebook was missing
ring camera caught me now the police screaming get him
now I live at my grandma house
they were tryna sell it an put her in a home
if they put her in a home wouldn’t be no house to be sold
can’t trust a single soul family’s chameleon they switch they tone
I told ya ima wizard
make em book like sorcerer stone
went to rehab in New Jersey they ask me how I get home
chip on wrist I don’t got a code still beat myself up about when I had seventy days clean
an I took a toke
my problem was coke wasn’t chronic although
the whispers grow louder in my conscience
it feels like no angels on my shoulder
guess I pick up my phone tryna get another sponsor
i hope this ain’t a sequel to the chronicle
no relapsing I done been down that road many times before
tell em watch they thoughts they become their actions
watch they actions might leave them past tense if I found out their responsible
of being irresponsible
I was planned like d day y’all dumbasses thought the condom broke
no respawn after their despondence they tell me not to go resurrect the dead
direct it at they head when I lost control
and leave the coffin close instead I’m grateful but these thoughts are intrusive won’t let them harm me no
more these hoes are comical
quickly came to conclusions this kinda joke cosmological
if my grandma was in a home there would be no house to argue over being sold
family say they proud of me what they want out of me I went from hospital
to mansion to an apartment now I am home
found out nothing changes no matter which geographical location I take Yusifur Morningstar wherever I go
this time can’t get a dollar out me hoe
I told u bout all the gals my sis socked in the eye before
so better give me brain if u on ur period til I have an out of body spiritual experience
better be phenomenal
if I traded it what’s all it worth
every bar suns you like art of war heart of a king heart is aching it’s sorrily sore
 
been rapping since the end of the world an I’ma persist until the end of time
twelve years my competitors better recognize
I’m in my prime like Amazon
still unsigned I am a rap super saiyan god
the rest of my friends are having nightmares that I’m off with their mom
it’s amazing everyone used to be clowning me on my street daily
they ended up dead or in jail still
wish em the best tellin them to better themselves
they don’t see the pain behind my smile I guess
I been pretending well it’s time death threats in the mail
Yusifur Morningstars gonna get sent to hell
y u I what them letters spell me
I get the lettuce celery
if u think I lost it ur off ur rocker I’ll sing a lullaby
yall gone alcoholic
I can’t be ur therapist
cuz of dirty piss so of this music ima specialist
just made a grand this week
 
how grand is it relaxin real accent real axe scent
 
fuck being politically correct we’re critically in debt you need to mentally accept I’m better than u at this rap shit
 
these mf made his first track said he a legend half trapper half rapper
he need to trap less an rap more
yall need to chill an quit popping xanaxes an stick to cannabis
cut the cancer sticks match lit like candle stick
the problem is health classes dare I thought it stood for drugs are really excellent
might as well have been Nike cuz the policy was just do it pharmacy would prescribe me anything nice I know everything that spells Nike too bitch
pregnant teenagers and weed lacers selling fet catching cases and shells ending up In cells
losing their children in streets
we be living in
nice I killed everybody on a track I still don’t give a fuck
you could have beans in stock but you still ain’t jack
they pop out that’s jack in a box
you jelly of my
jam ima sponge soak up these flows but my pantses is not square
I mount her on the wall ironic you held her deer
like antlers
hard to be what I need to be
easy to be what I want to be
gotta have the cleanest pee
they want me to trade sober chips on my shoulder just for free drinks me thinks this sober thing ain’t paying off what u expect a medal for not sniffin soft im too old for celebrating a birthday just another day b
just know I got bars an I’m not leaving ima stay see
I’m sicker than suge and r Kelly
what’s in her coffee is my cream but it’s not sweetener
the love of my life was by accident discovered her after
ally pairencocks tried to get me locked all this pain inflicted
my love would take care of
now that she’s gone
my rage is twisted too much pain involved
in this like Tennesse whiskey
it made her the only ten i see
my brain was obviously missing like John Kennedy
trumpsta chick tried to use me for chump change
bri and evy laugh people play u like a game
what’s the use of Yusifur
I’m like a me seek or Lucifer a genie from evil never dies and y’all don’t rub me the right way
so disgenuine two face
as a baby I
would have seizures now I make atheist believers when I
herald the birth of a Palestinian baby Jesus
ran over an Israeli priest in an ancient Prius that’s prehistoric just know I’m born sicker than a fetus being fed fetobarbitol
with fetal alcohol syndrome or Barbie’s poppin barbiturates
i bargain more than I bartered for this is it

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Yui_LilAllah211
Member since October 7 2024

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