SLEEP PARALYSIS
That boy Lou gon fuck it up
Saying he bout it, I know he the opposite
Said he got fire, but he isn't dropping it
Hit with a semi, get hit with the Optimus
So many arms got me feel like an octopus
Niggas vanilla, but I'm feelin chocolate
You ain't got nothing
Don't care what you offering
Do him so dirty, you can't even doctor him
So many sons that I feel like I'm fostering
Flexin my Ws, ain’t no room for that modesty
If you act sweet you get flamed like a Taki G
God Emcee
Got your bitch wet from the thought of me
You fake as shit
Your whole life is mythology
Louverture, Ham, we the rarest of prodigies
Glock on me
ROB how the steel kill him comically
Shots at your top
Have you leaking like Kaneki
Yeah, you my sun but you don’t
Burn as hot as me
Thinkin he better is wishful thinking
Poppin the cork and I get to drinking
Dripping so hard but I'm never sinking
You isn't gang, and we never linking
Wet up his block, Splatoon, I'm inkling
Walk with a chop, a nigga limping
Droppin a track and my paper printing
Your money small and your paper shrinking
Air ‘em all out, I rain hell on my oppas
Send them to the skies: yip yip, that’s Appa
Ready to die, these hoes call me Big Poppa
When shit gets hairy this
Chop roar like Chewbacca
(Chewbacca roar) nigga
Get what I wish so they mad like Croker
Smoking on a pack out of Davy Jones Locker
You were at the top but ya flopped
How awkward
Niggas is stupid and niggas is faking
You open their heads
And their cranium vacant
But I only care bout the money I'm making
I get to the bacon, you hatin, I'm raking
The money
Your bitch suck me down like a Reagan
You said it was Reggie but this is oregano
(nigga even your weed is fake what
The fuck is wrong with you)
Chopper'll leave him frozen when I let it go
Niggas so monotone, they need a better flow
I could rap better than them on a metronome
I will not stop till my name
Is just set in stone
Too many bitches blowing up my telephone
Never was sleeping, I ain't got the melatone
(melatonin)
Nigga was talkin shaky, like a tremolo
Puttin him in a box, uh, Megalo
So many opps on my list
Spazz in a jiffy, pour my rage on a jit
Life or death? go ahead take your pick
Mans choose wrong, then mans lay in a ditch
Yeah
Call my chopper spyro, it’s gon flame ya
Yeah
Call my chopper spyro, it’s gon flame ya
Word to drake, i’m on my worst behavior
John wick with these bullets man these
Ain’t just gon’ graze ya bITCH
