let me in

Singer: nasty c

hands in the air if you ain't broke

hands in the air if you still broke

if i die i pray to god he bring me back to kill shows

to kill shows

to

get up on my ladder

i

i

i spend a night on a satellite

and i ain't coming back tonight

no i ain't coming back tonight

they made millions off this rap shit

you can't tell me that's magic

rabbit out the hat trick

that shit

i guess i gotta go practice right?

make a sacrifice

for the flashing lights

i've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of attitude

as long as she can walk the walk

as long as she can bark the bark

she can say a lot if she knows where to park the car

i know a lot like a valet dude

stay on my toes like a ballet move

i graduated from the streets my nigga

even though that ain't school

i learned how these moves made men

and this young made man made moves

i made it clear my kind of common sense is rare

i kind of sense the opposite got in common fear

so watch and stare

you might see pac appear

they told me think out

i live out the box

you square

i had a dream that my momma wrote back

she told me stay onto your rap

keep a hard head

break bricks at the mario trap

and now i'm in the corner dealing with dealing this audio crack

i'm still mad at jesus to this day

he put mom in that taxi

that seat

bullet to the dome glass pieces to the face

i don't know my mom and i'm fiending for her face

y'all fiending for a tape?

y'all fiending for that price city?

that rapsun

blacksun

yall fiending for a taste?

man

yall seeking for a trace?

i'm a billlion and 17 feet above this place

get up on my ladder

i

i

i spend a night on a satellite

and i ain't coming back tonight

no i ain't coming back tonight

they made millions off this rap shit

you can't tell me that's magic

rabbit out the hat trick

that shit

i guess i gotta go practice right?

make a sacrifice

for the flashing lights

i've always had a thing for a girl with a little bit of altitude. as long as she don't choke at ease

and if she falls onto her knees

i hope she holds onto a tree and smokes all the leaves

i know you're listening

and if i ever go missing and disappear

follow my footprints in the air

when you start getting lost in the fog

just call

i'm there

bring a missile and a chair

the stories i tell when i make y'all songs

i make y'all yell when i take y'all souls

young black angel

with a black halo

a place called hell is a place called home

'cause i never had it easy

nothing but a heavy letter sequence

go against what every pastor preaching

dreams 'fore i barely had the eat 'fore i sleep and

goals 'fore i barely pass the defense

g-shit

your bullshit is irrelevant

i'm a g

not the element

separate

i'm a veteran

you're kinda shady like eminem

i'm on key like piano men

fucking bitches i've never met

been rapping since elementary school

started smoking heavily

then you resented me

it's cool though

i just hope you're proud of me

if you can see my footprints when the moon hits

shawty you can follow me

i bet if cassper said this y'all would hit twitter and go wild

if aka said it you would consider this an audio gold mine

i bet if k.o. said it

you would go on twitter and happily quote lines

but a young kid said it and you ain't gon' pay him no mind

get up on my ladder

i

i

i spend a night on a satellite

and i ain't coming back tonight

no i ain't coming back tonight

they made millions off this rap shit

you can't tell me that's magic

rabbit out the hat trick

that shit

i guess i gotta go practice right?

make a sacrifice

for the flashing lights

i think i have a motto

live life