new project working on it

[Hook]

 

[Verse 1]

 

Y'all ain't even keep up with this Kid, I'm far ahead

New clips sticked it, Go to bed as I stack the bread

I crack the gats at the feds, then Take off in a benz

Don't got a G1, so if I get caught I'll be bent

Loaded glocks for defense, the ambition for dollars

haters trynna send shottas, but I'll block like Ibaka

Left marks at her collar, as Iraq I'm a bomber

Yo that's double entrendre, This Darkskin Is a monster

Monstrous with the flow, Wandering with the bros

Pondering what to do, You gotta defend the throne

The same kid only grown, still causing some ruckus,

wrecking puppets, I love it. I get bands by the dozen

End it all with a button. *Pause* Darkness

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 2]

 

Negro tendencies, at my knees be them denim jean

I joke it's at my waist, It ain't the day for "amazing grace"

Let's cut to the chase,

and go straight to the paper talk, Buiness man kinda traits

is what I bring to the plate, gonna be great at this rate

I'll let the pain shape me and translate tears to words

With these herbs I'm higher than the birds,

Y'all tripping like you negros keep hitting the friggin curb

My skills getting superb, let's get it. (pause)

Too dope so they cough, I'm usian bolt when cops

Trynna get me to stop, y'all said you're ready, you're not

Me remaining on top, is me maintaing my job

the homies ready to bounce, I'm refraining to flop

Prince!!!

 

[Hook]

 

[outro: Boomhauer's voice]

 

 

Man I tell you what Hank bout there-that dang ol meaning o’life,

man. It’s like this man. You’ like a butterfly flappin ‘is wings deep

down in that forest man an’ it gonna cause a tree fall like five

thousand miles away man. If-an ain’t no body see it nobody

don-done-e’en know it happen you know ibda baby born into this world

int’know neck god dang friends got no nothin but da go come into find out

about em ol evil man. Man see like, you don even know man.

When-dyagon it’d like you born into this world man and you got —

it’s like this: dust in the wind man, or like a dang ol’ candle in the wind man.

You gon — it don matter man it’s not the old oldies all th’ time man.

You know what I think man? It’d like the the dang ol –

I think therefore you are man.