said i'm back again to whoop ass
the blicka-blast from the ratchet
the maddest black as lad in a savage land of grab and dash and crash in your daddy's van
bad as the most have-inist
braggy as never had anything
so i'm acting as if i never had shit
i ain't never hustled for a necklace
tryna get the fam straight
i feel dizzie gillespie in a room packed
birthday same day as the reverend
birthday same day as the devil
black lock like the pot and a kettle
lick a shot for my niggas tryna stop the journey
jid pull up on a opp like what's poppin' kermie
too personal for a burglary
red dots cause killers could close curtains me
someone send me up vertically
read me a passage from deuteronomy
anything you can do to conquer the demon inside of me
inner meaning the truth and the father
i can bleed in the booth and leave a tooth as a souvenir for who was here and if you hearing it
you know the spirit is imperitive
scratching off the serial
ass man in the strip club
you gon make a nigga cop a burger for ya
look i got a turban for ya
beat a nigga til he color purple for ya