Lyrical exercise, I'm really trying to Tantalize, the moment before I end up Owning this lyrical enterprise
I'm like a judge, cus if you judge me, I'ma f*ck you up, a walking Contradiction, baby
I love and f*ck, don't make love to a Bitch that might just f*ck you up
If a nigga play with me, that might Just f*ck him up
Yeah, and I'm not here to play that Morse code, on the way, what the F*ck you gon' say
Yeah, I move the funk through the Street, yeah, I move the funk through The street
Yeah, I move the funk through the Street, yeah, I move the funk through The street
I'm really with them guys, cutty, F*cking with me, die, cutty
Have your ass surprised, cutty,
I am on these rise, cutty
This that boolsy walk, I'm too legit to Do the talking
If you wanna cut, line his ass up, get It chalk and
Leave his ass six feet deep, like Terrence Hassell, steadily pushing P's In silence like pterodactyls
Real old head, OG 19, moving bricks Through them streets
I don't think you wanna play with me, I don't think you wanna lay with me
Cause where I lay is where them Killers be, yeah
And I'm not here to play that Morse Code on the way, what the f*ck you Gon' say
Yeah, I move the funk through the Street, yeah, I move the funk through The street
Yeah, I move the funk through the Street, yeah, I move the funk through The street
Boolsy