Lyrics
Rap money calculus, connectin’ letter’s alphabets/
Young rapper’s attackin’ it, announcin’ it/
Smoke an ounce in it, stay wit a pound to whip/
Smell it, smoke a pellet, break it down an’ flip/
An’ y’all some serpent snakes, an’ I be mercin’ fakes/
Smokin’ purple ace, blow it out like birthday cakes/
Mic mercin’, berserkin’, workin’ these verses ‘till curtains/
Take it for what it’s worth an’ but these person’s ‘till irk him/
Lurkin’ in the shadows to I turned the lights on/
An’ I’ma stand, like what the mic’s on/
Hot, hype, young, that’s what they describe me as/
You cannot compare to me, or this grimey mind I have/
Get it, grind an’ grab, bull-y’s by they two horns/
Better bundle up buddy ‘cuz my block ain’t too warm/
Welcoming, massive L bunning/
An’ I keep gettin’ louder so you know that I’m coming/
Heh, all over this, a socialist that’s loadin’ clips/
Into the mic, so heavy, spit it an’ it broke ya wrist/
3rd degree burns on a mic yo I been hot/
Whippin’ stones atcha dome, throwin’ ‘em like slingshots/
Pull it in, let it go, now ya know, I ain’t f*** in’ witcha/
You get the f*** in’ picture? I’ma hit ya/
Wit a rock to his block-head, f*** wit me I got bread/
“F*** it, let it go”, I’m juss sayin’ what the cop said/
But cha’ll are not feds, so you ain’t even sh** to me/
Listen b, big homie be shinin’ like a Christmas tree/
I take that Christmas tree and put it in a century/
Roll it up and toke it homie, just like it was meant to be/
An’ you so damn dull, void and null/
I’m steady blowin’ smoke that’s thicker then yo’ damn skull/
Thicker then this teflawn, that you’ve kept on/
Most alla ya life juss ‘cuz you feelin’ like you’re crept on/
A coward, no less mon, a little girl, breasts gone/
Pussy still intact, look exact like yo’ vexed mom/
Droppin’ “f” bombs tryin’a fill a next song/
Clear another bong hit, on it, yes mon/
Bubblin’ to my brain, now it’s trouble in the game/
Spittin’ dope an’ rope it like the drugs that we slang/
Thugs that we bang, mugs that we frame/
On the hitlist, sh** it’s live’s that we claim/
Daym, still iller then yo’ average/
An’ ain’t sh** but my lyrical mind that’s livin’ lavish/
I have this, uh huh I said it before/
I’m king in this ring, them dead on the floor/
Comin’ heavy an raw like Ron Jeremy, you scared of me/
Prepare to be placed in perfect clarity, then therapy/
I’m a rarity, something that you barely see/
People look atchu and all they feel is hilarity/
Get a charity, do it if you darin’ me/
An’ this is my city, so I’m somethin’ like the mayor-to-be/
An’ I don’t care to see the fame or the fortune/
Y’all already know LunatiKK, kid I’m scorchin’/
Caution, I spit awesome like I’m flossin’/
A boss in, this sh** , killin’ kids like abortions/
Uh, murderin’ little MC’s/
Miniature cowards is all they is when they against me/
Rollin’ like I’m Bentley, they rollin’ on 10-speeds/
I be rollin’ KUSH, look, they just rollin’ hemp b/
‘Cuz they ain’t potent as the chosen one, holdin’ guns/
I’m just holdin’ mics, unloadin’ an’ reloadin’ ‘em//
