Dyemond Lewis - Nyctophilia lyrics

[Produced by Soulstruck] See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S [Verse 1: Dyemond Lewis] Ain't no rich n***a, no b**h n***a But I still take a rich n***a's b**h b**h you clocking on, she jocking off, she topping off the whole Era clique That p**y drip, but none of my Pros had touched the clit That sh** must hurt, but karma hurt way worse So I hope some n***a ain't f**ing my b**h when I'm out here doing this verse When I'm out here doing my dirt When I'm out here putting in work When I'm out here copping some work When I'm out here let me hit Kirk Let me see if these n***as really, really want war Cause I heard these n***as really, really be soft And I hurt these n***as if I heard these n***as really, really had beef with any of my n***as But I ain't no k**er I'm apex [?] Put the Pro first cause you know we vets R.I.P. S-T-double E-Z, yes And you know it's easy, yes It's D-I-M-E-Z They like D-I-M-E-Z throw the p**y at your [?] So I never have to fiend I'm too real for you Showing off my sk**s for you I finished this verse at 1 AM so I called this Nyctophilia [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] [?] scorpion Reactions as a tortoise Where my reinforcements step into your fortress Ol' Dirty ba*tard, you are nothing to an orphan preaching [?] So how to make the pieces of your portrait A little bit less square The motherf**ing father figure Cause I'm the best here Comparing yourself to me, you n***as ain't thinking right Buddy you Sierra Mist That's compared to Dirty Sprite I'm the Future of this sh**, I ain't talking [?] Shout out to P.E., these n***as ain't physically fit Me and Dyemond and Nyck running through hoes like the six Ex-tend your arm, cause I rap from the pit So it's a must that all of my n***as drop gangsta sh** You LT to the d**h of me Give a f** about the black and white You could be a zebra combined with a referee See now n***a that's real abrupt Wrote this sh** for Nyck so I guess this n***a feeling ya [Verse 3: Nyck Caution] I say, who the f** is this? Nycky pissed don't ever doubt it Me and Dyemond dropping diamonds, under pressure 'till we sprouted that That's a flower out the concrete I see you cowards talking Comedy, but in person y'all want harmony And that sh** don't make no sense Y'all just bother me, you ain't got no heart, no artery And why would I waste my art on garbage with no f**ing artistry? So on that note switch the topic I ain't brushing on it any longer I see my Future, you ain't even know I'm ready for it Drop my woman for these milestones that I'm reaching Plus she need some time to grow Now who I'm lying to? She just keep on texting, but who the f** replying? It ain't me, I cut these strings She's a puppet, I'm implying that it's nothing I won't hold my breath to find another interruption I don't mean to trip, but what I've seen is just disgusting So I keep it raw then f** a broad that got the common interest And then it's right back to the music, my regards But I toss them when I'm finished Treat these women like cigar Clips, Nycky in the present just ain't feeling ya Deleted that text at 2 AM so I call this Nyctophilia Nyctophilia, that Nyctophilia Gimme that neck when I got my check These hoes ain't really feeling ya See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherf**ing S-L-A-C-K-A-S