[Intro: Dessy Hinds]
Wooh
Uh, haha
It's a beautiful morning (Beautiful, beautiful)
Had to wipe the sweat off a little bit
Haha, yeah
Nasty on this sh**, uh, wooh
[Verse: [Dessy Hinds]
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Still in Brooklyn crossing traffic
Where you can count the fiends by the ma**es
Get pocket C.R.E.A.M then make it flip, gymnastics
It's all about backwoods,dropping bombers like NASA alpha jackets
Get off your mattress then, proceed to blast this
I heard you got that fire n***a pa** this
I heard you blasphemous
You can find me on the "Inglorious ba*tard" list, with this new rapping grip a bunch of upcoming actresses
Crutches, crosses, caskets
He got that god flow
Young Pablo Pica**o, paint pictures of Pac's throne
The plot longer than blocks longer in Crown Heights
How could they reach a n***a from ground-height?
What that sound like?
Crutches, crosses, caskets
I keep the gas lit, bunny heads in a basket, poof
That's black magic, n***a
Six pay figures is what im asking for
Two thousand and sixteen, they ready to blast me more
BLAOW