Denzel Curry - Story: No Title lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Story: No Title lyrics

Story with no title, everything is vital Came up in this game now my idols is my rivals Childhood friends end up pulling guns on you Hoes wanna f** because you carry funds on you Like a blind man in church homie I don't see none of that Still can't believe that I made it off rapping Baby bottle blue mic spitting blue magic How the f** the rap game, become a beauty pageant? Fugazi a** rapper trying to sound like Atlanta cause they got no identity I'm off the top like O-Ren Ishii vs Uma Thurman Gasoline, in my thermos and I'm 'bout to make a furnace out you n***as Spitting ether make the make believers call it Easter I am Jesus with a blacker penis that is f**ing genius Who said Jesus can't be a black guy? Even Luke Skywalker's father was on the dark side Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle [?] let the case say (spray!) Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Just like a Story with no title, everything is vital Started from the bottom where they wear bikini bottoms Dig even deeper all you see is crabs in a bucket When sh** hit the fan n***as up it like "f** it" Spitting colder sh** over cold sh** my diamond you cold b**h You like N64 go buy my old sh** I keep a AK on my Issa Gold sh** That's how it goes down on the lower East Coast b**h South Florida 21 getting older mind of a marine ever since I was a teen Blowing up smithereens, living a broke man's dream Follow the roots of the prince till they crown me king It seems, these n***as acting less than G's This ain't the place that I choose to be Where friends become strangers, everybody wants to be a gangsta It's going down on the block, no anchor, STORY WITH NO TITLE! Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Send them off to Lotto let the case say (spray!) Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Just like a Story with no title, bullet with no name I was brought up inside a city that was built of cane Even during my sunny days I am still a hurricane I just wanna make it rain ain't no aim ba-bay Watching Bebe's kids, we all Bebe's kids Little bada** jit that's where the story begins 'Fore the end of the timeline, on to the crime crimes Out here beefing ain't no working at Five Guys It's wild, convicted felon put on trial It's sad, a mother outlives her child And that's bad, especially because we're black When the revolution start that's when the n***as attack I'm looking at the liars that say you ain't come from riches Stop calling out women b**hes fried chicken and watermelon Stop a diet, I'm everything you fear and what defies And if I die today it's not surprising, story with no title