I just made it back from the motherland
It's been a while you should understand
I saw rubberbands in a duffle bag n***a
The fine girls make it feel like summer land
A million suns
Lilly call me daddy n***a I guess you the son, damn
Where the f** is the chill?
In a galaxy too far away with guys hairline
You couldn't react
You didn't even release it I already snapped
Have fun painting your nails and talking behind my back
Just know every itch on my back will get scratched
I never asked for the power to flame but good lord I'm not gonna put it to shame
I'm gonna burn your a** to a crisp
Have you n***as lookin like revenge of the sith
And uh
It's revenge of the dicks
This message removed it was only the tip
Soul Leo Amari im sorry you couldn't help
But these n***as are finished like magazines on the shelf
And uh
Like magazines on the shelf
I'm Josh peck with the emphasis
I'm Ike turner with the back hand
You leave groups more than a black man
This isn't even a diss
How do I flame something that doesn't even exist?
How do I burn ashes? How do I toast toast?
How do I roast something that's already in the stove?
It's already resolved
Walk out then f** yall it's no big
I feel like will smith
I had to do it I just couldn't resist
I just couldn't resist
These are couple views from the Tokyo 6
These are a couple views from the top of the stargate
You need to act your age and not marfs age
That was one for the books n***a
Where the f** is the hook n***a
I wrote this sh** at the airport
And Soul and I are looking like the Air Force
I do for my n***a Jordan no Air Force
You should know by now I'll never fall back
And when I'm paying you n***as I'll watch you crawl back
I'm k**ing you n***as I'm dressed in all black
I can't believe we made another one
You were still crying about the other one
Where the f** are the knees n***a
I had you wettin the bed from overseas n***a
I mean I'm going god ki n***a
f** it. I'm making a 3 n***a
And plus I like to keep an open mind
This sh** should go in the archives
You're never f**ing with our guys
Soul sisters on my dick I'm a smart guy
I can feel the salt in the air
I can feel a tone of despair I mean shoutout to ima man a n***a hit the jackpot
Walk out the room like I don't even care
I am sick and tired of Eva
And you look like the last episode
I am like a breaking bad episode
I go places you will never go
Young