Hologram - The Ma**acre lyrics

[Cautious Klay] Young immaculate. Never know what is happenin' Always rappin havoc. I'm hoping to get the cabbage with Many come to me cause they're hopin' i'm where the ladder is Never been up top, but I know I can surpa** who is No one to follow. No need to ride slow Can't seem to shake the hate away, living day to day Y'all threats are hollow. Spittin' verses 'til no one thinks I'm worthless Got them grabbin' for the dollars out they're pockets and purses See my flows switch waves, diggin' graves for ones who caught up Kickin' it like FIFA or kick you out like it's Sparta We're the ones who ma**acre no games we just slaughter 'bout to run up in your house; You better watch for your daughter [Melrose] No comparison; Them n***as barely warm as luke And I'll father any n***a. Our Father; Say your prayers I was praising maryjuana; f** a wooden pew n***a lifted like your honor, Or your hands when spirit bombing Bury me in blunts; I was coughin' before funeral Posted at the Home Depot, deflowerin' garden tools Paintin' bloody scenes; Im teaching n***as the art Of arteries gettin' departed as easy as rippin' articles A motherf**er, So the hoes is yellin' 'Daddy's home.' Quick to k** the p**y; Put the kitty in the catacombs Harder than a bag of bones. Roamin' with them savage n***as Out to take your cabbage; You'll let us with no care at all Grade A b**h; Thats my only real accomplishment Keep a dirty ho; I just shower her with compliments Break hearts but never what exit pores Cause the effort that ends with less, Im givin'; Says less is more [Hologram] It's Cautious and the Boys and there's no sign; Hear it through no vines Clear it in six seconds if you're sniffin' up my lines Written with smith blades 'til it's red-y don't switch page Brick page what? I'm prolly sinnin' in ten ways Blimps lead me to stairways; And I stare since I can't pay The toll to d**h is cheaper; Hood hoppin' the Hell's Gate My coined phrases slept on; Now Charon just make wakes; While I'm drummin' on a boat, ask him how Styx taste Holy water won't shake me even as thick waves Evil as wrist slayin'. I'm a freak to the Rick James b**h. Rich ain't me; Get David to flip names Then let the parched hoes come; Ion't dig 'em I ditch dames Dash for a mitt, swing at my tongue when it pitch flames Lit lames and their lips chafed complainin'; This kid's blamed Indentin' indexes dextrous with quick aim; I ain't playin' explained by your Hanes with the sh** stain